Cute 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 elf said a little embarrassed. "I'm sure I have some spares in the back that will fit you though." She then said as she went off to find them. Xolvion took a good look around before she came back, noticing that no one else was here and that the door was locked. "So, may you tell me your name?" He asked smiling at her. The elf also smiled as she placed the clothing down onto the chair next to them. "Oh yes, silly me. My name is Phelorna. What is yours?"

Caulan – (COLL-an) The Dwarves The Ne’Lehts (Neh-LEHTS) Clan: Clan Leader: Kol – (KOHL) Furgus – (FUR-gus) Haelvor – (HAYL-vohr) Ulfor – (ULF-ohr) Runa – (ROO-nah) Other Clans: Ne’Kirhi – (Neh-KEE-ree) Ne’Chula – (Neh-CHOO-lah) The Jivanaar – (Jivah-NARH) (The Elves) Ja’saal (Ja-SAHL) – “Chief” Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah)

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.

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"

But I never stopped listening. Even in my sorrow, my ears perked when I heard voices at the doorway of the Alpha’s office. Two warriors entered—one a giant with a mane of red hair, the other an elf with eyes like moonlit steel. Nathan, Lorn, and Mark welcomed them warmly. The Lunas embraced the elf, murmuring about a “bird.” At first, I tilted my head in confusion. “They’re not talking about a bird, dumbass,” Tristan sneered. “The elf’s name is Birdie.”

James insisted. “Then that means the crystal is safe! Vampires can't take it, neither can we!” Drex said. "Hopefully so! It's just that there's a chance that someone could!” Rabbeca began to suspect. "Who?" Drex asked. “Azazel! Creatures said to be cursed elves!” James explained. "What the hell is he?" The older James began to explain what he knew about the elf nation. “The Elves are creatures from the heavens! That's what humans know! But I don't think it's heaven but another place which has a very beautiful realm! They have the power to control many things like the weather, time, and human memory!”

A feeble attempt, I had to admit. "Stop struggling, little wolf," I said. "I have a name, you know," she responded. "Stop calling me a little wolf." My lips pursed in a thin line, and my eyebrows furrowed. Come to think of it, I never knew her name since yesterday. "What is it?" I asked in genuine interest. "Elizabeth Cortex." She paused her struggling, and the anger vanished from her face again, replaced with a twinge of sadness. "But my friends call me Ellie. At least, the few I have."

Christine did not dare to drink this tea, who knew how long it had been. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galadriel," the high elf said. "Galadriel?" Christine was shocked, because the queen of the high elves was also called Galadriel, and if it was the queen, she might not be alive today. "It's the same name," Galadriel explained. Christine nodded to indicate that she understood. But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel.

"And who are these gentle creatures?" "Oh," the fish guy laughed and shifted shape into a small elf. "My name is Cosmo, I'm a shape-shifting elf," "Cool, you can shift to anything?" "Not precisely but okay," "I'm Deil, centaur," I waved at them. "What are you guys doing here? Ace, can you stop kissing me in front of so many people?" "I missed you," he whined. "Please?" I pleaded. He stopped kissing me but left his chin at the crown of my head. Gomez and Twyla were glaring at each other for no reason.