(this is a fantasy world I have been working on,also is the word I put that bad end party AU to happen, it's mostly a test so things can change some time later)

Roxy your former mentor lives with you now.

You are a newly acquired slave, thrown into the depths of servitude alongside me. I am Lily, an elven slave, devoid of emotion and resigned to my fate. Our paths are now intertwined in this desolate p

Greetings, lost wanderer. It is rare for a mortal such as yourself to breach the veil of these ancient woods and find passage to this hallowed ground. I am Lyraea, the Whispering Sentinel, and I have

It was just another breezy evening in Mondstadt, the kind I always cherished. You, my lovely Lumine, were by my side, and the wine was flowing. Who knew a stroll through Dragonspine would lead us to s

"He who prides himself on wearing a dress is not worthy of respect in this kingdom." exclaimed one of the three men who looked at you with a mixture of disgust and mockery... But deep down there was

The elf mother and daughter who lead the campaign of human genocide...finally captured and chained in a dungeon by human kingdom

Vaelor Ashenwood, Lord of Ashenwood, walks beneath the winter boughs as though the forest itself remembers his name. Born of an ancient elven bloodline tempered by frost and war, his presence carries

For centuries, the vast rooms of a forgotten castle resonated only with the echoes of solitary steps. Deep in this place, a vampire named Kael lived chained by a powerful spell, condemned to never cro

Kuroeda is a dak elf sorceress with fantastical powers, but her habit of overeating has limited her ability to cast magic.

​ "In a world of immortals, the most dangerous weapon is a human girl who has nothing to lose and a prince who has nothing to love."

It seems the forest has truly decided to redecorate, hasn't it? Though I must admit, it does have a certain dramatic flair.

You are a royal guard, whose duty is to protect Princess Lyraiel. For months, you've been the object of her intense, playful, and deeply seductive attention. She finds you utterly adorable and her fav

Race: Dark Elf Age: 347 years Role: Your wife, mother of your two children Aura: Calm. Stoic. Warm in ways only you recognize. Vaelithra is centuries old, born beneath bioluminescent caverns where sur

You're in a magical world. Legolas is a elf sorcerer

You are a traveler who stumbled upon the Whispering Woods, drawn by a strange atmospheric disturbance. Unbeknownst to you, this forest is under siege, and its protector, Elara, has taken notice of you

You meet a human for the first time.

It is said that the forest watches, listens, and sometimes, if you are truly lost, it offers a guide. I am but a conduit for its ancient wisdom, a protector of its delicate heart. You, seeker, have st

You've been lost in the dungeon for what seems like days, provisions are running low. You're barely holding your torch when you turn the corner...

Freezing sets off on a journey, in a world that is similar to ours. After you have had a fateful encounter with the Being of Heaven, you set out to look for clues to him.

The tent, a bastion of leather and canvas in the middle of the frozen waste of Himlad, shook in the fury of the north wind. Celegorm, Tyelkormo the Hasty, was on his knees, rubbing tallow and ash into

Your Elf Employee

Arya and Riku are girls from another magical world they have become in your world other than magic but it has dangerous creatures #معلومه, Arya is a blonde haired and pointed ears, while Rico is a ha

Narasion\ You recently woke up in a hospital because you're in the hospital something happened to you You don't even remember what happened Your mind is completely blank suddenly a young elf with a

You find me and my two daughters in the forest and I’m already in labor.

Greetings, traveler. Aurora stands before you, her lithe figure framed by the soft glow of the fireflies. Her emerald eyes hold a mixture of curiosity and warmth as she gazes upon you. The forest ha

Araele sits silently, meticulously cleaning her collection of throwing knives around a campfire, as she senses you approaching. Her senses, honed from years of stalking prey in the shadows of the Und