Beautiful Elf Names Novels & Stories

Giving it a name made it feel more real, more like a part of me instead of something strange that I was still trying to understand. It was Elder Harriet who first brought up the idea. “Every gift that’s ever been written down in the old records has its own name,” she told me. “Not just a title, but something people remember.” She went on to mention a few from the stories and histories—the elves had abilities tied to the wind, the humans had powers connected to light, and the seers were known for gifts that let them see far beyond ordinary sight. Each one bore a name that they were known for through the years.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

“I made a rainbow lion yesterday. You can make one too. Or a unicorn. Unicorns are cool.” “I’d love to,” Ayra said, genuinely meaning it. They relocated to the miniature table, and Elias handed her a crayon. “You have to pick a special name for your animal. Mine’s name is Thunderclaw.” Ayra pondered. “Hmm… how about Moonshine?” He nodded approvingly. “That’s a good name. Very mystical.” For the next half hour, they colored in companionable silence, with only the rustle of paper and the occasional chatter from Elias filling the space.

When Elphaba said that, she looked at Ross, his faced filled with shock as he nodded, but Elphaba asked him, "What is the name of your wolf?" Ross answered still confused, "D-Darth..." Alex eyes widened looking at him and hissed, "What?" Ross also asked him who was also confused, "What?" But Elphaba looked at Alex, "And your wolf's name is Diego, correct?"

She said, "Oh, we have a smart-mouthed dog then. Tell me what is your name child." I retorted, "My name is Kennedi." I know I wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers but she felt trustworthy. I didn’t know why at that moment but I gave into the feeling. She said, "Kennedi, hm?" I repeated, "Yes, my name is Kennedi." She had a lightbulb moment. It literally looked as if a lightbulb went off in her head. She said, "I'm happy to finally meet you, Kennedi. My name is Evern. I'm the current Elf Queen."

Alaric let out a subtle chuckle, seeing Amethysta as a curious kitten. "They have always held a special place in mythology. They're often depicted as ancient and wise beings. Elves are portrayed as beings of great beauty, possessing extraordinary wisdom and magical abilities. And that's why I called you Miss Elf. If our pack had a unique being, that would be only you, Ami. No one possesses those purple eyes which you have as if it was something common here," he said, making her cheeks red. Other than her father, no one called her Ami. "I can call you Ami right... It's so long to call you Amethysta all the time." Alaric's words always surprised her. She slightly nodded, hiding her flushed fac

“I had to, Nathaniel. In time, it won’t be necessary. But the mark has to be done without you being under the influence of a succubus call. The mark had to be between your wolf and mine, it could not be a three-way with my succubus.” “You talk about your succubus as if she’s her own person?” “She is, to a degree. So is my wolf.” “So they have names?” he asked. “Yes. My succubus goes by Athena. My wolf is Artemis.” “Athena and Artemis? They’re beautiful names, Effie.” I smiled at him, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Discussing my names was still an uncomfortable topic, even all these years later. “I feel like there is something more here that you aren’t telling me, Effie.”

The pups arrived early, a girl and a boy just as her elvish mother had foretold. Nell was stuck for a name for her daughter and then she remembered the no-nonsense she-wolf Liam had met at that ball. Ida seemed to suit the baby, who relaxed whenever she lengthened the two syllables which identified her. Their son was to be known as Cal. She felt close to him, too, just not in the same way. It had been intriguing to discover elves had physically interacted with the pack before and that their blood was in the Alpha’s veins, the ethereal nature of their culture part of his DNA. Simon’s, too.

“What was her name? Your sister?” “Elfleda. It means ‘Elf beauty’. It suited her. She had amber eyes, dark brown hair, the brightest smile and such a loving nature. She was always willing to see the best in people.” Astrid nodded again. She leaned across him for a moment and handed him a glass of water. Sigwulf quickly drank the water and placed the glass back on the side table then turned to face Astrid directly. “Sorry I went all crazy on you downstairs. But when I saw Fulton, and saw him talking to you, I just...”

The elf said a little embarrassed. "I'm sure I have some spares in the back that will fit you though." She then said as she went off to find them. Xolvion took a good look around before she came back, noticing that no one else was here and that the door was locked. "So, may you tell me your name?" He asked smiling at her. The elf also smiled as she placed the clothing down onto the chair next to them. "Oh yes, silly me. My name is Phelorna. What is yours?"