Elf Names Meaning Novels & Stories

Michael mentioned the name again as if he derived pleasure in torturing Clark's ears with it. "Who is Alger? What is Alger? Where is Alger from?" "That is a great question, my friend and I have got an answer for it. You see, Alger is more of an ancient name that means elf spear in Old English and Noble spearman in German. Now, if we consider the meaning of their names, it is easier to go with the German interpretation because he looks more like a Noble spearman than an elf or do you have a contrary view?" “England is a wonderful place to hide secrets,” Clark said when he finally caught up with what Michael was saying. “You just need a good number of knights to guard them with their lives.”

There were faces on each beside a weird symbol that corresponds to its value. “The bills with the face of a king are called Zíhát while those with the face of a queen are called Wievta. Another is the Thiánden. One Zíhát is equal to ten Wievta and one Wievta is equal to five Thiánden.” She remembered Margarette instructing her. All of the citizens under the rule of the elves use it. There are also different names for money for every particular independent creature in Lenriad. Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς.

“You shouldn’t be handling everything alone.” Elara looked away. “I wasn’t planning to find out,” she admitted. “But the doctor mentioned it during the ultrasound.” A small pause. “Still... I already had a feeling.” Marcus studied her for a moment. “Do you have a name?” Her hand rested lightly over her stomach. For a moment, she didn’t answer. Then, quietly... “Caelum.” Marcus waited. “It means ‘sky,’” she said softly. “Something vast. Untouchable. Free.”

One name stood out. Elias. Age 3. But the surname wasn’t Voss.

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

I cleared away the dishes and summoned Giselle, letting her know they would be outside, and to bring a fresh carafe of coffee with her. "Did you choose the name of your pack? Grim Fang... it just seems so ...unnecessary." Eli thought for a moment. "I just kept the name my father chose, I suppose it seemed pretty tame compared to Blood Stalker." He said, and shrugs as though he hadn't given it much thought until now. "Hmm," I mused, "Show me the notes and documents you've exchanged during your attempts to treat with the other packs."

KEILEN The cold breeze whipping against my face and sifting through my hair is something I've missed for a long while. The feeling of flying, being invincible, being free. She likes it as well. I named her Varga after the fifth god of men. I still chuckle at what I expect would be the look on father's face when he sees I've bonded and named her after the goddess of destruction. It used to be a past time, pissing off the elders of the pack. It got boring eventually; most of them have died off anyway. Now riding and exploring, it had its thrills. Especially when it has to do with secrets.

Sharmaine suddenly remembered fate, and she said: "Our son will be named Eli. And daughter, Edsel, please help me think of a proper name." Edsel came over. He looked at Sharmaine: "Call her Zelda, which means happy." "A perfect name." Sharmaine suddenly felt tired. She staggered. Sharmaine has just received vampire power, so her body is still fragile. She needs to rest and drink blood. Augustus holds Sharmaine: "Edsel, you want to be my son-in-law, right?" Edsel tilted his head coldly: "I changed my mind. I want to study people."

Then she glared at me and turned her back on me, and I was back to hating her guts. “Hey, I never did ask your baby's name.” Tristan put down the towel he was using to dry the dishes. “He's called Phelan. It means 'little wolf'.” “That’s a perfect name,” I replied, and my head followed him as he passed me. “Yeah, Elsa picked it.”

Eliza nods, “She was as round as an apple, and beautiful in and out. She helped me choose my new name, as the Guild needed proper paperwork for me, and it would help me long term to have an identity that was solid. She found this baby name book and we sat and poured over it. I wanted a name that meant something good. I settled on Elizabeth, meaning, ‘Oath’ or ‘Promise’. And my surname was in honour of my mother, ‘Wellsong’.” Ash frowns, and tilts his head,