Elf Names Meaning Novels & Stories

I giggle and they jump around me and lick me. "I'm guessing you love your present?" Dad asked "Wait I can keep them?" I asked and he nodded his head I stood up and hugged him and said thanks. "What are you going to name them?" Elijah asked "I was thinking Luna and Alpha or Athena ~ The Greek Goddess of Wisdom and War (White wolf) and Ares ~ The Greek God Of War (Black would)," I said "The second ones," my younger oldest brothers yelled out immediately making us all laugh (2092 words)

“They called me Vessel. Host. Balance.” Iris reached out and touched his cheek gently. “Then let me name you.” He looked up, uncertain. Hope shimmered behind the hesitation. “I’ll call you Elian,” she said. “It means ‘light from ashes.’” He blinked. Then, slowly, smiled. “I like it,” he whispered. Scene 4: Aftermath That evening, a gathering was held at the remains of the Silver Moon Pack’s great hall. The building had been damaged, but the heart of the pack still beat strong. Wolves gathered in a circle, with Iris, Aiden, and Elian at the center.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.

Dark curly hair like mine, sharp jaw and that familiar mouth twisted into a stubborn frown I know too well as I had one on my face as he clung to her and those green eyes— his mother’s eyes… bright as he looks at me. My chest suddenly felt hot. I could feel fragments of the bond I broke. But I shut it down. My wolf roared. Wanting to hold our cub. “My God! That’s your doppelgänger right there,” Karl said as he looked at the baby. I didn’t need a seer… The boy is mine. “Elara Everstorm,” I said, my voice spitting venom as I said her name. “Hiding in plain sight. But then, you were always so smart.” I tread carefully to her as she holds the baby tight, the Diremanes following behind me.

All with good reason, of course! Pia Náre That’s what my father called me growing up. It means little flame, which I suppose was a pretty apt nickname. So here I am. Eden Nestoriel. The Nowhere Elf. Neither a wood elf nor a high elf, just somewhere in between! Eventually, I reach my destination at the village’s edge and enthusiastically knock on the small cottage door. “Come in, Eden!”

“And you’re a mother. The strongest, most incredible mother.” The nurse interrupted their moment. “What will you name them?” Elona looked at her newborns, eyes shimmering with love. “The boy…” She glanced at Kian. “Do you have a name in mind?” Kian stared at his son, his heir. The child who would one day inherit the legacy of his family, even if Kian never intended to return. “Elias.” Elona smiled, nodding. “Then the girl will be Elyra.” A powerful name. A name that carried mystery and strength. Their family was complete.

“May I see the letter?” I handed it to her as she read the words aloud. After she was done, she turned her attention to Minister Elais. “Minister, could you explain what this means?” Elais stepped forward, his brow furrowed as he caught sight of the crest on the letter. “The Fangborn Pack,” he said, his voice laced with something unknown. “FireHeart has gotten a taste of these red wolves rumoured about; maybe they’ve refocused their aim at the Fangborns; words from my whisperers.”

I asked him, quite interested in their history for once. “No, they were elfs.” He was confusing me. “Plural of elf?” “Yes.” “Wait,” said Maurice, stepping in front of me. “The plural of elf is elves. Elf, elves, elven.” “Elfen,” said the shaman. “No,” insisted Maurice, “Hey!” he shouted at the roof. “Whoever’s in charge of the translating device, you got it wrong.” “Is this really that important?” I asked him. The look he gave me suggested it was.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

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.”