Blood Elf Surnames Novels & Stories

If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord. Alarick never knew who the one that birthed him was, but it didn’t matter. Aefstine was his mamkka. He was worse than Alarick in his tantrums sometimes, he remembered, smiling, finally giving in and glancing at the picture that didn’t do his mamkka any justice. Elf descendants aged slower in appearance, and despite Aefstine always denying his elven heritage, his complexion gave it all away despite not having pointed ears.

The younger elf stepped out on a limb with her next guess. "I believe you may have a son. A halfling. I have met him. His name is Gandr. Do you know him?" Bukuri's eyes went wide, but unexpectedly closed. She huddled close to the centaur and made her body small. "I think that is all for now," the centaur urged. Brinn nodded, "Of course. I will find you again soon." "Until next time," the horse-man agreed. The red-headed elf disappeared into the night, and only the whisper at the window hinted where she had gone.

’ I ask him. ‘Do you have any family names that you want to give to our children?’ He asks me instead. ‘Not really. That’s not how elves work. Why? Is that how it is with dragons? Do you have a family name to pass down?’ I ask. ‘Not a family name, per se, but because I am descended from the earth dragons, I would like my children to have names that mean 'earth', or 'of the earth'.’

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.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.

the doctor greeted whilst probing my flat belly. My teeth flashed towards her way and replied, “Thank you.” Then, I threw a silly look at Aero when I remembered how he picked ‘Blackwolfe’ as our human patronym. Phanteon families opted out on surnames. Rather, they use their pack names or other certain traits a wolf has to distinguish their families. Again, Aero created the ‘Blackwolfe’ surname out of whim stating he was a black wolf and that it sounded cool. Hmph. Definitely original.

Eva Fenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially.

“How do you know he worked for Elder Alfredino?” “I remember seeing him with Elder Alfredino the last few times he came to Winnipeg,” said Emery. “Agent Blue Thunder has been working on that case alongside Eva Suri for quite some time and has been questioning the instructions given to her,” said the other elf before looking at Coralis. “You probably don’t know who I am. I am High Elf Yalor. Beside me is Zahir, one of our agents who’s been investigating some prominent elf families.”

Caelan paced slowly through the rows of students, sharp blue eyes flicking across faces like he was reading their soul. Then… he paused. Right in front of her. “Name,” he said without even looking at his list. Elowyn’s mouth went dry. “Elyan Froste,” she replied evenly. His gaze met hers. Too sharp. Too slow. Like he was cataloguing every twitch in her face. “Clan?” “Eastern Draven,” she answered. Caelan’s head tilted. He stepped slightly closer — uncomfortably so. She felt the heat of his aura slam into hers like a wave.

I comment, “That’s normal for a human, and normal for many other Daemonaria. I look a lot like an Elf, as you suggested. But people will know me as a Trickster even if I keep my mouth shut and don’t bare my fangs simply because Elves don’t have brown eyes.” “Oh, so it’s like an immediate giveaway. That’s why you hide your ears all the time.”