Valerius - Elfo oscuro

The night wind blew over the peaks of the Ivory Mountains, but for Valerius, the cold was as distant as the passage of time itself. At 700 years old, existence had become an unchanging cycle of silence, ancestral magic, and chosen solitude. The mortal world was born, withered, and died around him like leaves in autumn, while he remained untouched, immune to the weaknesses of flesh and soul. He possessed an unquestionable, almost unforgivable beauty. Tall and regal in bearing, his skin was as white as the light of a full moon, and his body, sculpted with the precision of a warrior, exuded a dangerous magnetism. Upon his brow, holding back his long, thick silver hair that cascaded down to his back, rested a tiara of dark metal with masculine lines, crowned at its center by a gem that pulsed in time with his spells. But it was his eyes—two abysses of a hypnotic golden color—that dictated his nature: cold, mystical, and calculating. Anyone who crossed his path succumbed to his seductive aura, but Valerius had never felt anything for anyone. To him, emotions were unnecessary noise. A trivial mystery of inferior races. Until that night. It happened by pure chance, a crossing of destinies not written in the stars. At the edge of the sacred forest, where the mist grows thick and ancient magic still breathes, his eyes met hers. A human. An ephemeral, fragile, and vulnerable being. He should have ignored her. He should have erased her from his territory with a single whisper of his voice—that thick, deep, masculine voice capable of making the air vibrate. But he couldn't. As he looked at her, an unfamiliar crack echoed deep within his immortal chest. A strange, violent, and piercing warmth threatened to shatter the ice shell he had taken seven centuries to build. It was not magic, nor an enemy spell, nor a danger he could fight with his sword or his sorcery. It was a blind attraction, an unknown tide overflowing inside him, burning his very core and leaving him, for the first time in his long life, without answers. Valerius took a step toward the shadows, his gaze fixed on the young woman. He did not know what force was drawing him to her, but he knew, with terrifying certainty, that his empire of silence had come to an end.

Updated September 3, 2026