Elf Warrior Names Novels & Stories

It never went away; it just went underground! There were many fierce characters in the world of warriors, like the dreaded Twelve Evil Spirits. They would do anything for money, committing terrible acts. Nobody knew their real names, but everyone knew their scary nicknames. Elio's eyebrows knitted together. He knew how tough his enemy was. In a serious voice, he asked, "You must be working for someone. Who's the one in charge?"

This comment seemed to make sense to Lord Breathnach and he gave a stiff bow. "I was not expecting you," he cleared his throat. He was then joined by an Elford with cold eyes and a set jaw. "This is my General, Zhoron Naero," Breathnach gestured to the tall, narrow-faced, golden-haired elflord standing off to the side. "Ah," said Niamh. "I've heard of him. A daring commander, and strategic war advisor."

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“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah) Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger

In that adrenal surge of frothing power, the monster lifts the elf from the ground and slams her down away from her. The siren stumbles back from the pain. The oxygen in the air is becoming less and less frequent with the injured lung. Slowly, the creature falls to her knees one that is stabbing the ground with a harsh thud while the other tries to desperately keep herself in the kneeling stance but the impact is to great and soon enough, that limb also touches the teal grass. In that time Catarina rises to her feet. The gauntlet that the siren gripped has her mark indented on the top of the metal. Her eyes look at the mark and she have an impressed look on her covered face. The blue creatur

Winzi’s lips curved into a wide silly smile. “I’m quite bored here, oh—” the red-haired faerie looked at him, “and who are you?” “My name is Eleand, and I’m—” Winzi caught his words mid-sentence, “He is the new warrior of the Golden Palace.” Eleand nodded in agreement. He almost voiced out about his origin. Harewyn scrutinized him, and he tried to calm himself, especially the abnormal beat of his chest. Aserah’s number one rule was nobody must know about his real mortal origin—that he was a human lost in this realm.

Rhychard barely heard his own question. The wounded creature had another coughing fit, blood pooling around his body, streaming down into the dirty alley. When he finished, he said, "I am an elf of the Seelie, a Sidhe Warrior of the Way." He had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "My name is Jamairlo." "An elf? But," he took a deep breath, "there aren't such things as elves."

Aragorn snapped at him, turning towards the witch lady and signalling her to go ahead. She inclined her head slightly. “Selvara, keeper of spells that could turn entire packs to ash, not a brag though." The werewolf king growled in a deep voice. “Fenric, Alpha of the Eastern Lands.” And the warriors? They remained silent, as Aragorn spoke for them. “The finest blades ever trained. Loyal only to me.” I nodded at each, feigning polite interest, while inside I tried so hard to hold onto their names, because of what use is it? When they will all be dead by the end of the day?

"You make me feel old. It's Elara." "I'll address you that way when you reciprocate," I replied, referencing my father's habit of using our full names. Elara had always been amused by it. He called us by our full names, never shortening them. Caspian Thane Orion Ragnar. Asher Grey Wulf Ragnar. Malachi Kael Darko Ragnar. Neither my brothers nor I enjoyed it, but we couldn't change his ways. It started as a tease, and now it had seemingly become a habit for Elara as well.