OSM_1015

[Mature content. No rape]
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"Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house.

"It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her.

"I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed.

"How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!"....

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In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother.

However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash.

This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

Hunting Down the Last Elf

Her expression grew with confusion as she cast a downward glance. "What's this?" she asked, her voice tinged with both interest and worry.

Her eyes flew over the area, scouring every crevice of the porch for any unnoticeable signs of an intruder. Surprisingly, the peace of the day was unchanged, and there was no sign of an uninvited guest. She carefully stepped up the porch stairs, keeping an eye out for any strange noises or movements.

She knelt down, the weathered wooden steps cooling on her skin, her fingers shaking with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. She carefully took up the mysterious package, running her hands along its borders to feel the texture.

A tornado of emotions flickered in her eyes like flickering candlelight, emphasizing the uncertainty of the situation as her curiosity and her mounting apprehension engaged in a heated emotional war.

Ink and Embers: Failed As A Guardian