Elf Names Meaning Novels & Stories

“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.

"Tell me human, who are you and how did you get here?" Ron, who was still pondering over the identity of this spirit Elf, gasped. He finally got it! The Royal Family!!! Zedekiel, Ludiciel, Mariel, Tariel, Sariel, Their names all sounded alike. He remembered that he had once read in a book that the Elfin Royal Family have a tradition of naming their children after dead members of the Royal Family so that they will always be remembered.

“And you smell like me.” “Elio, this is Tana, the fire dragon.” “Elio, meaning the sun. A perfect name,” she says, smiling at him. She opens her arms to him, offering a hug. He frowns, looking around the room. “You are more mine than any other hybrid we’ve met so far.” He walks into her arms and she wraps her arms tightly around him. “You are very welcome here,” she says and a moment later, I hear him choke back a sob as he wraps his arms around her.

I said. “Again” His voice was soft and for that brief moment, I could tell we both were thinking about Boy and the misfortune that befell us. The grief, the loss and the darkness over the last two years. But now, this was good news. This was a step into the light. This child was the light. She came at a point when we both needed her, when the entire Pack needed her. “Eliana” I whispered and the name clicked almost instantly. It means light, sun. It means that God has answered my prayers.

I knew it! I rolled my eyes. "I never said that." "You implied it! Wait—what's his name?" I hesitated, the name on my lips like a whispered secret. "Abbadon." The line went silent as a tomb. ".Skyla?" "Elara." Her voice was serious. "Do you know what that name means?" I scowled. "What?" "Doom. Destruction. He is literally named after hell itself." I shivered, remembering the way his voice had wrapped around me like a dark promise.

His eyes fluttered open—blue, like his father's. "He's alive," she echoed. "He's alive." --- They named him Kael. Not the name they'd planned—that had been different, chosen months ago. But when Elara looked at him, at this tiny miracle who had fought so hard to live, the name came to her. Kael. It meant mighty warrior in the old tongue. "Kael," Caleb repeated, testing it. "Kael of the wild valley." "Kael, who refused to give up." Elara kissed his tiny forehead. "Just like his father."

I voiced my support for him, causing my mates to stand with their hands on their waists, their expressions stern. "Do you even know about Elves?" Bellamy asked, giving me a judgmental stare. I frowned. "They are informants, often referred to as gossipers. They love collecting information and then selling it at a high price, essentially buying themselves more time to live," Emre explained, though his words seemed to fly over my head. I stood there in the midst of my mates, completely clueless about what they were talking about. "They buy lives?" I gasped, shocked by the revelation.

He looked at the crowd, then back down at his daughter, his voice trembling. “We name her Eliana Amaris Judah. 'Eliana' means ‘God has answered’, and ‘Amaris’ means ‘Promised by God’. Because she is. Both of them are.” A round of soft claps rose, and gentle tears flowed. The second daughter was placed in Fedora’s arms. She smiled through her tears. “And this one,” she said, “will be Zariah Eden Judah. ‘Zariah’ means ‘radiance’, and ‘Eden’ for the peace she brought with her.”

I was having a hard time accepting that my princess was gone from this cruel world. I really missed her, but I had Red. Our son arrived about a month after Elleanna passed. We named him Ethan Alexander. Red had done some name searching and liked what the two names meant. Ethan meant strong, safe, solid, and firm. Alexander meant defender of men. His name certainly suits him. His eyes were a shade of ocean blue that reminded me of Elleanna. He became our world and I finally understood how Elleanna felt.

“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?”