Cool Male Elf Names Novels & Stories

I try to be still, and hope he doesn't notice my beating heart or my droopy eyelids. He doesn't. He steps back with a grunt. 'Go on, elf'. For some stupid reason, I blurt, 'It's Saelyna'. He turns sharply at that. 'What did you say, elf?' he snarls, eyes glinting. Right. He's a moose-genn. I definitely should have kept shut. 'A slip, that's all. I apologize', I say quickly and take steps backward. He grinds his jaws and gets back to searching the workers.

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.

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.

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"

It sounded like a name they might be bullied with should they ever go into the human world. The room fell silent for a moment, and I could sense my mates exchanging amused glances. Then Blue spoke up, a hint of teasing in his voice. “You know, we're impressed. We didn't think you'd come up with names that sound so… royal.” He looked down at the baby in his arms. “I believe Lijah and the others will appreciate their names.” “Of course.” Fred smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Honestly, the names are amazing. Elara, Kaius, Elijah, and Aria—they're perfect for our little ones.”

"Oh yeah? Then what are you guys then if Nate is a vampire?" "Dan and I are wolves." Ren answered. "Fred is a warlock and Ace is an Elf." Santa's helper says what? I roamed my eyes at each and every one of them. They all have the same hard look on their faces as if they wanted to take a dump. That was why I couldn't stop the laughter that erupted from me. I backed away and sat on my bed as I continued to laugh. Tears had formed in my eyes so I started to wipe them away with my finger. When I looked up, they still had the same look on their faces.

Maybe I could make an excuse after one song. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, staring straight into my eyes. He has blue ocean eyes too, just like Lucifer. Maybe it’s really common in their family to have those pretty eyes. He has thick eyebrows too but he has a scar on his left cheek. “I-I’m Angela, Angela Santos is my name, y-your highness…” I noticed a playful smile on his face. “You can just call me Cleoffe.”

I just said yes. ^^^^^^^ "I didn't catch your name by the way," he says, his hands on the steering wheel. "Terra." "Oh... Terra... Beautiful name. Just like the owner," he flatters me. "You know... Ugly girls have the prettiest names. But you're an exception." I laugh. "Oh please!" " But you're really pretty. If I was your mom, I would have called you Pretty." I giggle. "Okay stop now." "Okay... Okay... I'll stop," he laughs. "I'm Elliot by the way. But you can call me Eli..."

His aura flared, faint embers licking the air around him. The elf scoffed. “Who the hell are you?” Scott’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Why don’t you come closer and find out? I’ve got my name carved into my fist.” The boy’s companion stiffened. “That’s Scott Thane—he is the son of one of the members of the High Council.” Scott tilted his head. “Nice to know my reputation’s still good.” “You think I’m scared of you?” the elf spat. His mana flared green again, vines writhing up his arms.

When he finally entered her, it was slow and deep, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. “I love you,” he groaned as pleasure built. “Every part of you.” “I love you too,” she gasped, clinging to him as they came together. In the quiet aftermath, they talked about the future. “What names have you been thinking about?” Kael asked, his hand still resting on her belly. “For a boy, maybe Kai or Thorne,” Elara said. “For a girl, Lira or Selene.” Kael smiled. “I like them. Strong names.”