Blood Elf Surnames Novels & Stories

He tells him what the elf told us and what we saw. “How many dragons did you smell?” Merellien asks me. Rather than giving him a number, I begin listing them off for Ember. I want her to understand that they are ALL coming for the elves. “I smelled Avani, Tana, Kaylani, Kenna, Anala, Elio, Enya, Daichi, Ajax, Rhys, Enki, Kaze, Terra, Kawai, Ebba, Kano, Amne ...” I continue going through the list, leaving Naida’s name out, since I don’t want Faeler trying to use her against me. As I continue to go through the list, Merellien’s mouth drops open.

For the first time that night, Violet managed to fade into the background, despite still being in front of the entire great hall. The nobles were getting eager for the night's next event—something Curzon hadn't mentioned to Violet—and no longer required her. The Blood King addressed the room, his voice booming. "Monarchs and nobles, let the Blood-letting begin! The moment you've been waiting all month for! Here are my gifts for your devoted service." The doors to the great hall opened again and two rows of elves walked in single file, each one bearing a different noble family's crest on the right side of their necks. Several more had the wolf of Ipsit stamped on their flesh. All marched to C

Currently, outside of the swampland north of Elderwood Village, an elf can be seen traveling westward. Just like all elves, this one looked quite handsome but if one was to take a closer look at him they would realize that this elf was currently pale as a ghost. Naturally, this elf was Hidden Bow, the only surviving member of the party that Kirou recently decimated.

“Have you made up your mind on who and who is going?” “Aside from the two of us and Jason, there is Darrow, Wulfrun, Hallec, Tiana, and two other gammas; Ariston and Berion.” “What of last names?” “Can we all use Wulfblood?” “Hell, no! That’s literally telling people who you are.” Xavier sighed. “That’s my and Isabelle’s surname though. Our people use compound names as surnames. And trust me, ours is the less obvious.”

Obviously, he was wrong. The dark elf shrugged again. "It's neither sacred or evil. It's merely soil. When you put a halt to the ritual last month, it canceled everything out, making it neutral." The elf turned and faced the Warrior, his hands still tucked inside his tunic like a monk. "And my name is Aradhon." His grayish skin pulled taut over his frame. "I wanted to meet you." "Why? Considering the Unseelie aren't usually so up front about things, I can't imagine you introducing yourself before trying to stab me in the back."

He looked up with piercing yellow eyes and I exhaled sharply. “Lark, Lark Skinner,” I muttered and Aella tilted her head as she observed the pointed-eared elfman. “Why is he the color of coal?” She pried and I informed her that he was a dark elf who lived in the northern stone outcrop. Jasper jumped down before him and snarled. “We left your home alone and expected you to stay away from our daughter!” I watched in disbelief as our daughter jumped down and put her hand up to her father, her eyes narrowing at Lark.

Elder Ivansaar This was the time for my people to rise above others. Yes, I am a Dark Elf. My family has been pure-blooded elves since the beginning. My dad practiced white magic but also dark magic. We have an allegiance to every dark elf in the realm. I am sick and tired of pretending I approve of the king's actions. I was one of the elders who opposed King Faelyn´s tournament. It was unheard of to have your successor selected by a tournament. It was something never done before.

he smiled as if he was grinning, saying the name of the family. There was complete silence. Even I held my breath. Not just a redhead, a relative of the rulers, but close to the ruling one. The leader and his sons have the surname Hellhound. The closer the surname is to our hypostasis, the more noble the family. Our surname Whitehead means that the family is not simple; it always had a lot of male warriors who once made up the army of the leader. It is a pity that the family is dying out, and only my dying father and worthless uncle remain from the men of our family. “The choice has been made in favor of Reign Hellhound. I think we need to discuss the details in private,” Dad nodded at the m

Blood flooded the mighty elven cities once again. After years of fighting the sun-soaked elves prevailed and banished their brethren to the land of Sogorim, north of Velas. Sogorim was known at that time as the grim land, the land of eternal night, because the frozen sun did not reach there anymore. As time passed these elves became known as grim elves and their brothers in Velas the bright elves.