Novel & Cerita Elf Names And Meanings

Her gaze from dark green eyes like leaves of spring oak, hypnotized the boy. “I'm Pmyrie”. “Just Pmyrie?” he had the courage to ask her. “Just Pmyrie. We elves have only one name. And once chosen, no one in our family is allowed to bear it anymore.” The boy said nothing. “I read about you people and I know you have more names to identify yourselves. We differ from each other in what we do.” As Alexander said nothing more, Elizabeth intervened. “My name’s Elizabeth. I'm almost ten years old. And he's Alexander ... he's 11 years old.”

Then she glared at me and turned her back on me, and I was back to hating her guts. “Hey, I never did ask your baby's name.” Tristan put down the towel he was using to dry the dishes. “He's called Phelan. It means 'little wolf'.” “That’s a perfect name,” I replied, and my head followed him as he passed me. “Yeah, Elsa picked it.”

Anger seeping into my words. Eloise frowned. Clearly he'd made more of an impact that I liked. When I left this bed I'd have to lock him back where he belonged. "Gerwulf," that voice rang out," what about his middle name? Does he have one? I mean-... I know wolves don't really care for that sort of thing, but... did-" she shortly laughs," I mean does your father have a middle name?" I raised a brow, almost surprised she didn't know. He had been her Alpha at one point," Finn is his middle name."

He is interested in her because of his recollection during the receivance. It didn't leave a foul flavor, a poor aftertaste, or anything of the type. In fact, he liked the young princess since she seemed attracted by his look, even if he was in his human form. He wonders if she will be as taken with his dragon shape as she is with his human form. But what he didn't expect during the receivance was the appearance of a name he hadn't heard of in years. Elsi. Elsi means 'God is my oath' which translates to a person vowing themself to God, a guardian of some sort.

he said, a corner of his mouth twitching, “after that. You said, ‘marriage is showing up for the hard parts, not just the good ones.’” I stared at him. “I did say that.” He looked at our son again. “So I’m showing up now. For the hard part. For all of it.” My eyes burned. “Then help me name him,” I said. There was a long silence. Then Darren said, “What about Elias?” I blinked. “Elias?” “I looked it up once,” he said. “It means ‘the Lord is my God.’ Strong. Humble. I don’t know. It just stuck with me.”