Elf Names Male Novels & Stories

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.”

“Now, that’s a term I haven’t heard in... oh, decades.” Then he chuckles to himself, a sound that makes my skin crawl. “Elena’s little secret. Elara’s shameful bloodline.” His eyes brighten with renewed malice. “You see, Your Highness, Elena didn’t elope with just any rogue. She eloped with an Eclipse Born. That’s why her father let the bastard child live instead of drowning her at birth like he should have.” “What does it mean?”

Elias rolled his eyes, with that little mocking laugh that he reserves for statements that are too rapid. “No, it’s a girl,” he said, standing up proudly. I turned my head towards him, mock shocked. — But not at all, it’s a boy! And there it goes. A light joust, full of tenderness. Elias started listing all the reasons he wanted a girl: — She would be sweet, intelligent, and she would have your smile. I could teach her to defend herself, to be strong. And then, she would drive me completely crazy, I already know that.

I demand the cuddles I was promised with. "Let's go princess," he says carrying me out to the bedroom I woke up in alone, he sat on the bed, and placed me over his lap, hugging me tight, my head was laying over his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat, strong and firm underneath me. "Tell me more about you," I ask him, all I know is his name and little him is a really fussy and picky eater. "I'm Eli, I'm twenty-three, I'm a wolf," he says, but that hasn't explained anything to me, just what I already knew.

As time passed these elves became known as grim elves and their brothers in Velas the bright elves. East of Velas was Malfer, a land that stretched from the far south to the far north and was inhabited by a race known as humans. People there were not as tall and beautiful as elves, they did not have powerful weapons of hardened silver or cities that stretched high into the sky, but they had a determination that no other race had. Their homes were modest and small, grouped together for better protection from the beasts lurking around.

said Zeta Eli, placing his hand on his chest and disappearing on his way to Saintamau. Esen wiped her tears with both hands, as if she didn't want to smudge her makeup anymore. His hand was resting reassuringly on the small of her back as she leaned slightly against him. It gave Esen some comfort that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. "Is he a werewolf too?" Esen asked after Zeta Eli left. "Yes," Altan answered briefly. "What is his name?" "Zeta Eli." "Eli, such a cute name," Esen said admiringly.

He groans. * " Changed your mind yet?" Radon asks. Elsa scoff." She wanna help and it's final." "Thought about a name you wanna use?" " I don't really know. Ella , Daren or even Alicia. It sounds perfect right?" Elsa ask and turn to look at him from her seat. " Ella's pretty. Last name? Cause we're gonna get you a fake ID." This will be fun. "William, Stone, Miller or even Smith." "Smith is great." He said and sighs.

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.”

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"

They too are here to honor Luka, who they see as an older brother rather than their young uncle. Our children are the perfect blend of wolf and elf. They aren’t blonde, like all elves are, rather taking after their father with his dark hair. But they do have my blue eyes. And, unlike purebred elves, they each received a blessing from the gods at birth rather than at 18, carrying the blue Elven blessing marks on their bodies even when in wolf form. Ethan, our eldest at 15, is already showing signs of the great Alpha he’s destined to be. Blessed by Magni, the god of strength, he has a fierce inner power that’s undeniable.