Elf Names Male Novels & Stories

Elion said. "Does he? Ask him the date, Elion. Ask him your middle name." Elion stiffened. "Go ahead," Lysander challenged. "Ask him." Elion looked at Cale. Cale was watching Lysander. His eyes were focused. "James," Cale said. Lysander blinked. "What?" "Elion James Marrow," Cale said. "Born October 14th. Shoe size ten. Allergies: Penicillin and bullshit."

He tells him what the elf told us and what we saw. “How many dragons did you smell?” Merellien asks me. Rather than giving him a number, I begin listing them off for Ember. I want her to understand that they are ALL coming for the elves. “I smelled Avani, Tana, Kaylani, Kenna, Anala, Elio, Enya, Daichi, Ajax, Rhys, Enki, Kaze, Terra, Kawai, Ebba, Kano, Amne ...” I continue going through the list, leaving Naida’s name out, since I don’t want Faeler trying to use her against me. As I continue to go through the list, Merellien’s mouth drops open.

As I climb into the ring, I expect to see a huge person but the person in front of me is just a few feet taller than me and maybe a little bigger than Darien. I remember seeing him in my Aunt’s folder. Elio Mordecai. His father is the Alpha of Pack Faolan. Elio is the calm and quiet type with dark blue eyes and brown hair which appears reddish in the sun. I spot tattoos at his back when he flexes his arm.

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

“What is your name, boy?” The child hesitated. Then: “I am called Elion. I think it means ‘the one who builds’… or maybe ‘creates.’” The the child looked at Allistair through the mirror. Allistair also looked at his eyes that seemed to pull him in and know the secrets of his heart.

"Don't say such empty words in the future. I don't do anything for free, so I don't need any thanks." I clenched my fork in my hand and poked at the still-hot beef. "I got it; you don't have to repeat it so many times." This time Elias didn't say anything more; he just concentrated on eating his dinner. I also kept quiet because Elias hated that I was noisy. Sometimes I doubt Elias' background. As far as I know, he was the son of a prisoner of war, then escaped by chance. Coming from the Omega class, why is Elias' Alpha aura so prominent? And more than that, his gestures and words were like that of a prince or a noble.

If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord. Alarick never knew who the one that birthed him was, but it didn’t matter. Aefstine was his mamkka. He was worse than Alarick in his tantrums sometimes, he remembered, smiling, finally giving in and glancing at the picture that didn’t do his mamkka any justice. Elf descendants aged slower in appearance, and despite Aefstine always denying his elven heritage, his complexion gave it all away despite not having pointed ears.

“Just say a name. What will be the name if he is male? How about female?” “Wife…” I glared at him. “If you do not humor me, you can go back from where you have been. I no longer needed you, Elio.” I looked away, sulking. A name. Was that too much to ask? Eli growled, but I did not look at him. “Raphael if it is a male. Eliolora if it is a female. A combination of our names.” Raphael and Eliolora. I liked it.

“Well, then, you tell me, my love. What names do you dream of?” Elara’s smile softened. Her fingers moved to brush his hand gently. She looked down for a moment, gathering courage. “If it is a boy,” she said slowly, “I thought of the name *Elyon*. It means strength… and light. A name for someone who will shine, even in dark times.” Damien repeated the name under his breath. “Elyon…” His lips curved into a small smile. “It is a strong name.” “And if it is a girl,” Elara continued, “I thought of *Serena*. For peace. For calmness. A reminder that even in storms, there is always quiet after.”

I placed my hands in my lap, adjusting my dress to make sure it didn't slide up, as I was conscious that he might steal a glance of my panties. "I am a humanoid elf, which means—more like how werewolves are half humans and half wolves. I am half-elf and half-human. Unlike regular elves, I don't carve weapons either. My mixed heritage gives me a unique job. I don't have a surname, and we don't live with our families. Whenever a humanoid elf is born, we are sent to the groupies, where we grow up and learn everything. I also need years to live, so I buy them," he shared, his words filled with a sense of happiness and openness as he spoke to me.