OSM_1015

[Mature content. No rape]
____________________

"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!"....

________
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

It was half past three in the early dawn, a time when the sun still hesitated to unveil its brilliance. The world bathed in shadows, deserted streets echoing with the eerie sounds of nocturnal creatures lurking in the darkness.

The vehicle glided through the quiet streets, a solitary presence in the predawn stillness. As it reached a station, Mazen cast a glance over the rearview mirror, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the dashboard.

"We've reached the border of the Kingdom," he remarked, his voice cutting through the quiet ambiance of the sleeping city. The anticipation of crossing into uncharted territory hung in the air, as the car stood poised on the threshold between the familiar and the unknown.

The closed eyes snapped open, their bright red gleam cutting through the darkened interior of the car.

Christian acknowledged Mazen's statement with a subtle nod, his gaze lingering on the still-sleeping figure beside him.

Kingdom's Boarder