Elf Names Male Novels & Stories

I softened the edge with a smile, though—one of those rare, genuine expressions I usually guarded with my life. They scrambled, pushing and shoving until they formed a ragtag line like miniature soldiers at an inspection. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. "I am Leo, short for Leonardo. Thirteen," the eldest said, faking a cough and stepping back with a bashful duck of his head. "I... I am Elisia. Thirteen," a girl whispered, her gaze glued to her scuffed shoes. "I am Aragon, eleven!" The next boy declared, puffing out his chest with a smug, defiant confidence that reminded me painfully of the arrogant young Lords at court.

When he let out a frustrated sigh, I knew something was up. “Dallon, what is wrong? You were studying those pictures closely.” I pointed out. “My mate, Efraim, is from that pack. He was there visiting when it was attacked. I was hoping to see him in the pictures. He is a hybrid. He is half elf and half wolf.” Dallon explained. “Elf, I thought they kept to themselves.” Nash commented.

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”

“I made it just the way you like it. Two sugars, no cream. Right?” “Yeah,” I nodded. “Perfect.” His smile widened, full of pride. He looked so happy. So… in love. Like a man who believed his whole life was finally falling into place. That he was exactly where he was meant to be, doing exactly what he was meant to do. And it was killing me. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, turning to face me, eyes bright. “Names.” “Names?” “For the baby,” he said excitedly. “If it’s a boy—I want to call him Elvis. Like Elvis Presley. Strong. Classic. And if it’s a girl... Elora. Soft. Elegant.”

"What about Valeria? It's close to your name." Valentine blinked, a pale flush on her cheeks. "Valeria… it's beautiful. Beautiful, as her mother will be," Arnulfo softly said, all seriousness in the tone. "And if the baby is male, perhaps a name that can carry meaning; like Elias." Valentine nodded to him, as her heart overflows with just how much care Arnulfo put into his choices, little things like which names to bring home. "Elias", she repeated and smiled. "Mighty, timeless. So beautiful." Arnulfo grinned, leaning back on his elbows. "So it's set. We've got choices, depending on who wants to come with us."

Elves are quite territorial, after all (see above-mentioned passport laws), and they place great value on bloodline and lineage. “Since our forefathers were humans, we’re not included in elven social castes. But the d’Ors were one of the first human immigrants in M’lonia, so all the native elven families know us, too. Dad’s side of the family has been living in M’lonia for eighteen generations, and a lot of interracial marriages kind of made a mess of the family tree. So Dad is actually more elf than human since Granddad was a half-elf and Grandmom is a pureblood—he’s got the pointy ears and height and everything. And his hair is so yellow, it’s neon. Mom’s human and she’s a redhead, so that

His hair, a pale, almost white blonde, fell just past his shoulders in soft, straight strands. He would do it for a lot of women. Just not me. Sassy men were not really my type. “Mae, right?” His voice was smooth and melodic, with a strange, lilted accent that I couldn’t quite place. I nodded, still standing by Iris's bed. “And you are?” I asked, trying to sound more stable than I actually felt. “Eli,” he said simply, his smirk widening as his gaze raked over me, unapologetic. “Short for Elias, but I don’t mind if you stick to Eli.”

I ask them about the elf king, and Gavrill says he just spoke with him the other day. “I thought my grandfather was the elf king?” Haven asks. “The elves have what are known as lesser kings. They help Eluf, the true king, watch over all the elves. Think of it like the president of the US. There is the president; then there are the governors that manage the individual states.” Gavrill says. “That makes sense.” Haven replies. “Although I am still confused about why he is such a purist. Elves don’t mate outside their species often, but they also fully believe in the bond. Eluf’s mate is a witch/dragon hybrid.” Gavrill adds.

My headache, my back were sore, I felt the trickling down of blood from my back due to the whip lashed on it, the pain made me so weak, "I let you all live because of Elena!!" I howled and they all pounced on me except Elf who sat still without moving, she only watched with a blank expression, Elf's POV I fixed my gaze at Jason and was more confused at who he is, everyone knew he was the son of Alpha Javier not until he showed his hybrid powers of the dragon, The only man who got that power was King Bane, having both the Wolf and Dragon beast in a body, I wonder what connection he had with the man I love,

", Elisa asked with a smile, hoping he would agree. Eamon thought about it for a second and then let out a breath, "fine, be quick about it though", he said, "and not talking or having a proper conversation in this position Elisa. Get off me", he pushed her away. "I love feisty", she winked and then got serious, "so um technically I'm an Alpha, I'm the only child of my parents so I'm the Alpha. My name is Alpha Elisa, I'm hoping you can do me the honors of giving me your last name", she chuckled, "joking joking", when she saw the look on his face.