Elf Names Male Novels & Stories

his eyes twinkled with delight as he explained. Ezra’s eyes widened. “We have a grandpa?” He asked, forgetting the ache in his head and body. Elias nodded eagerly with a wide grin. “Yes!” he exclaimed, bouncing on the bed. “And we also have a daddy.” Ezra’s mouth dropped with the shocking declaration, and he sat up with a gasp, “A daddy? Like the kids at school?” “Yes!” Elias nodded furiously, his grin growing impossibly wider. “HE is really big and tall and super handsome like those warriors in our books. And he is also the leader of the pack. He is an Alpha.”

The pups arrived early, a girl and a boy just as her elvish mother had foretold. Nell was stuck for a name for her daughter and then she remembered the no-nonsense she-wolf Liam had met at that ball. Ida seemed to suit the baby, who relaxed whenever she lengthened the two syllables which identified her. Their son was to be known as Cal. She felt close to him, too, just not in the same way. It had been intriguing to discover elves had physically interacted with the pack before and that their blood was in the Alpha’s veins, the ethereal nature of their culture part of his DNA. Simon’s, too.

Ringlets of curly, cinnamon hair fell across her face which she brushed off with her small, dimpled hand. “Snow…dada let’s play in snow…” the blue-eyed boy in his other arm with matching dark, curly hair jumped with enthusiasm, his dark eyes bright with excitement. Elion and Evara Gray—the apple of our eyes, our little bundle of happiness and the very reason that completed our lives and filled the gaping hole that the loss of my unborn child left in mine and Asher’s heart. Named after two people I loved the most, Elion from Eli and Evara, which was my mother’s middle name, they were twins and born a year after the Cold War.

"If you don't want to die, it's best to stay where you are." My legs trembled uncontrollably, staring at the man in front of me. "Alpha Elmer?" Elmer raised his eyebrows dangerously. "Seems like you know me?" I frowned; how could I not know him? My father has told me many times that Elmer is a powerful werewolf and can be said to be the most muscular werewolf in history up to the present time. But along with strength, he possesses an ice-cold heart and the most cruel nature in the world.

The stinging on my face suddenly didn't seem as bad anymore. The guards helped me to my feet just as the white haired man turned. I gasped as his features came clearly into view. He was an...Elf? "Yes, child. I'm an elf." He answered smiling. "My name is Yaris. You're welcome to our home, Elora." I was still awestruck by this discovery. Elves were real? I thought they'd all been wiped out in the Great war. How..? "That's a long story to be told, child." He answered again.

The smell was so strong that made Adam sneezed so loud that made the whole elves looked at him. “intruder” shouted the elder elf. “catch him”, order the other elf. Adam was left with no choice but to protect himself. They were too small for him even if they were many. The elves started to amazed his strength and the ability to fight. “stop”, order the elder elf. “who are you?”, the elder elf asked. “I am Adam”, he replied. “are you a human?”, asked the elf. “yes, I am”, he replied.

"It's ok. I do look like my mom, though I'm the cheap knockoff. She was absolutely gorgeous. Also, you don't have to walk around on eggshells for me. I actually like talking about her." I smiled selodomly, looking down at my feet tryna fight back tears. "Well, I'm Elias. It's really nice to meet you. You can call me Eli, if you like." I looked up and nodded at him with a small smile. He seemed leaner than the others, but still just as muscular. He had full brown hair and blue eyes, which to me was a beautiful combination. His aura felt sturdy yet gentle. His eyes didn't give away any of what he thought, but I felt studied by them. He'd make a great teacher of sorts. His scent was a woody mus

“She’s got⁠ a p​oint⁠.” ⁠Daniel leaned tow​ard me. “Then tell me your choi‌ce.” I thought f‌or a moment.‌ “For⁠ the boy, maybe Elias.” He considered it. “Elias.” “It means strength and f‍aith.” He n⁠o​dded‍ slowly. “I​ like it.” I s​mil‌ed.​ “Really?” “Yes‌.” Then he added, “But Ale‌xa‍nder is still be‍t​ter.” I​ groaned.

The male in question, turns his head to the side, going back to what I presume is a nap. “That’s Eli?” I asked with wide eyes, the aura I’m getting from this male is quite different from what I know of the smiling chestnut-haired enforcer. He shakes his head “Eli, Elijah, two different people” “Oh,” I continue onward, pretty sure I’ve heard that name before but not recalling the owner I frowned, “Why is he just sleeping in wolf form?” I whisper to Oliver, tipping my chin in the direction. Oliver shrugs his muscled shoulder, crossing his toned arms over his black tank top stretched over his chest. Like me, Oliver has gained muscle in the past months we started training “He prefers to be in wo

“He took you away from Ragnulf, but he has not touched you or marked you, yet? That’s unusual for a wolf not to touch his mate.” “His name is not—” “His actual name is Eyolf Mickelson.” He cut me short. “But Eyolf—” “Yes. You met him.” He smirked. “But the alpha whose real name is Eyolf Mickelson is Uriel Mickelson and Uriel Claes is Eyolf Mickelson.” “You are sick in the head, Clyde. I’ve known him before I met you, and that’s not his name.” I argued, but it stuck with me. When Ragnulf called his brother at the party, he didn’t flinch and admitted Ragnulf as his brother.