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[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

Chapter dedication: @Hallow_Queen ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

•Thank you so much for the Golden Ticket, dear. I feel quite a lot more motivated by your Golden Ticket sent to Hunting Down The Last Elf (mwah)

• I hope you'd love this chapter

The thick aroma of clothes, a rich blend of silk, velvet, and linen, touched Alicia's senses as soon as she entered the Sion. It was like a warm embrace. With every fabric whispering tales of luxury and style, the air was alive with the promise of elegance.

The store itself was a creative haven, a veritable treasure trove where creativity and skill collided. The walls were covered in neatly placed boxes, the contents of which were unknown and waiting to be unveiled in all their splendor. Mannequins without heads stood guard, their opulent attire giving the impression that they were from a fantasy world, displaying the magnificent craftsmanship of the Anathema Kingdom.

Being Bullied At The Sion