Best Male Elf Names Novels & Stories

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.

Byron went to kitchen to get some water before continuing his story. "I was born to a family in the east point or Faklan, my name was baron which means young warrior. At that time I was yet to receive my elf name..." Elf name!! Did her father just say he was an elf. "So...what was your elf name.." Madeline asked as she took large gulps of water. "Albericus..." Byron said slowly, he was the elf ruler of the high elves, he was the pride and joy of his people, it saddened him that he couldn't protect his people or his wife.

The place was candlelit and already smelled like heaven. He pulled my chair out for me, sat across the table, and didn’t stop smiling. “So, name ideas?” I laughed, sipping the mocktail they placed in front of me. “Already? We just found out.” “Yes. Because I want to be prepared. Boy or girl. No cliches. Something strong.” “You mean like Titan or something?” He laughed. “No! I mean something elegant but meaningful. What about Layla?” “I like Layla.” “Or Elias for a boy. You know, something that sounds like he could be CEO at birth.”

A large elf man with white blonde hair and light green eyes stares hard at me and then at Sphinx. "Who is the vampire?" he questions Sphinx. "This is Onyx, my mate dad, be nice," he grins. That is his fucking dad, so he's part elf as well. I rolled my eyes and stepped in front of his father and offered my hand in greeting. "Hello Sphinx's dad, I'm Onyx Lefevre, nice to meet you," I smile kindly. He shakes my hand and eyes me curiously.

They were even discussing names for their future child, just like he used to hold me and whisper gently, "Elise, when we have children, we'll name the boy Logan and the girl Connie, okay?" Now I heard him saying that if it were a male, they would name him Fenrir; if female, Seraphina. I curled up on the bed, biting the blanket hard, refusing to let myself cry out loud.

Maddy baby, have you already picked names out for them? No, I have not. I was waiting to make things right with you first. Do you have anything in mind? I’m sure you would like to name our first born. Am I right? Yes Luna, you are right. I was thinking of calling him Kai. Do you like it? I love it and it seems to fit him, huh baby Kai? I like Eli for our youngest. “Kai and Eli, it is then both are strong names. I’m sure the pack will be proud just as much as we are.”

Rayne told him with a sigh. “Oh, you told her about the Queens.” Ehlark hadn’t told her that part because he had a feeling she would run. “I did, I am sorry I’m being rude. This is my husband, Dimitri.” Rayne introduced Dimitri. “My name is Ehlark. Majesty, I am humbled to meet you.” Ehlark gave a slight bow. “Wait, your name is Ehlark? The prince of the Forest Elves?” Rayne asked, looking shocked.

She looks like a goddess. Next to her is another good looking male elf. He seemed to be a few years older than Darem and had long silver hair that he pinned the sides to his back. He was wearing something more formal with a golden brown long sleeved coat that has cuffs at the side and feathery designs that form a vest, black pants, and boots. The elf also wore a ring around his head that has a curving design at the front. Golden ear cuffs glittered on each ear as he ran. The two joined Darem as they made their way to us. Both elves looked slightly shocked and relieved to see Ace.

I asked him, quite interested in their history for once. “No, they were elfs.” He was confusing me. “Plural of elf?” “Yes.” “Wait,” said Maurice, stepping in front of me. “The plural of elf is elves. Elf, elves, elven.” “Elfen,” said the shaman. “No,” insisted Maurice, “Hey!” he shouted at the roof. “Whoever’s in charge of the translating device, you got it wrong.” “Is this really that important?” I asked him. The look he gave me suggested it was.