Beautiful Elf Names Novels & Stories

"They are called Capall Blath in the fae tongue, or the Flower Horse." "I have to get me one of these beauties." She crooned. She stepped toward them, and the stable master threw up her hands. "Don't!" Bailey stopped, looking at the elf woman. "While it wouldn't mean much to me if a Halfling kitten got herself hurt, these animals are worth more than your weight in gold. I would hate to have the Prince put one down for maiming his bed partner." "Why would they hurt me?" The elf laughed, harshly. "If you've forgotten, you seem to be awash in blood, Halfling. That happens to be their favorite meal."

Alpha Trent said truthfully. "You should name him Alexander, it means defender" Eva smiled and placed her chin on his shoulder. "I love the name, you should name yours Pearl, beautiful and precious" Alpha Trent said and Eva loved the name. "I love it," Eva smiled. “Pearl" she said and her wolf squealed. "What would I name the other two?" Eva asked, thoughtfully. “I will think about it, I have seen your wolf more than once but you haven't seen mine "Alpha Trent uttered with a smile.

Elena said, screaming going backwards to a tree. “Ok hey calm down. We're fairies…“Hey watch it!” Pixie one said as she dogges stones from Elena. “I don't know what you guys are but I am leaving the hell out of here.” Elena said as she tried to make an escape. “Ok first of all what's the name?” pixie three said. “Elena, what of you three?” Elena asked, confused as she got ready for another throw at them. “My name is Bell, a light pixie fairy, I harness the sunlight.” she said creating some fireflies.

I paused then looked back at Aella, she smiled giving me an affirmative nod, “Their names will be Ragnar and Elysia Shaw, their other names will be given at a later date as per the customs. The clouds rumble immediately, the twins are named, weird lights shine across the clouds, all having different shades of colour. Then everything returns back to normal. Aella pushed Ragnar into my arms and what followed next was the light sound of her snores, the exhaustion was written all over her face. “Alright, out everybody. Give my baby some time."

All told he was a mess of an ancient elf, dumped on the midden after the Council had used him for years. “You old charmer,” Horann had smiled at the elf. “What are you called?” “Jenaris,”the old elf had said. “Your name?” “Sentara,” Horann lied with ease. There was no need for the Council to know they had visited the place and the scholars and tutors they had been assigned to would have been disappointed at best, downright angry at worst. “Sentara,” the old man repeated. “A beautiful name for a beautiful elf. I have to admit, your looks are unique, especially your eyes,” Jenaris had said.

I murmured. “It’s the nature of life,” she replied nonchalantly. “Do you have a name yet?” Elara asked. “During the baby walk, we learned her wolf is named Reesa, but we haven’t chosen a name yet,” I admitted. “You have plenty of time,” Halia said reassuringly. “Reesa is a beautiful name. She’s going to be a beautiful pup.” “She was,” I blurted. “She was a feisty little thing, the palest of yellow-gold fur.”

Her gaze from dark green eyes like leaves of spring oak, hypnotized the boy. “I'm Pmyrie”. “Just Pmyrie?” he had the courage to ask her. “Just Pmyrie. We elves have only one name. And once chosen, no one in our family is allowed to bear it anymore.” The boy said nothing. “I read about you people and I know you have more names to identify yourselves. We differ from each other in what we do.” As Alexander said nothing more, Elizabeth intervened. “My name’s Elizabeth. I'm almost ten years old. And he's Alexander ... he's 11 years old.”

The baby stirred faintly within, a soft flutter that made me close my eyes. “Do you ever think about names?” I asked quietly. Zarek was silent for a moment. “Sometimes.” “And?” He chuckled softly, a sound rare and unguarded. “If it’s a girl… Elara. Strong, beautiful. For the moon.” I smiled. “And if it’s a boy?” He tilted his head, considering. “Cael. For the sky.” “Elara,” I whispered, tasting the name. “Cael.” My heart ached with the sweetness of it.

The Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

Asher’s brows were knitted in frustration as he waited for a reply, winkyelfofaer spent five minutes typing. winkyelfofaer: it wouldn’t be possible…unless you’re the one….but I thought it was just a legend…we all did. The will of Aura: Ummm…. winkyelfofaer: I’m Zane, an elf. The will of Aura: I can’t even be surprised that you’re an elf, I literally met a woman who looked like trees and plants the other day. winkyelfofaer: Was her name by chance Ertuay????