Elf Warrior Names Novels & Stories

"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.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

“The Rift is sealed.” Galen looked toward the fading place where Velarion had stood. “What about him?” “He’s gone,” I said softly. “Returned to the realm that called him. Whatever summoned him in the first place… it no longer holds him here.” I looked at the three other warriors. “I don’t know your names,” I said honestly. The woman spoke first. “Renna.” The Ashmoon male inclined his head. “Darrow.” The youngest swallowed. “Thorn.” I nodded once. “You followed me without question. Stood when you didn’t have to. I won’t forget it.”

he thought, but he was pretty fine staying away from whatever issue the deities had between themselves, "The alliance was the only way they could push back the arms of dradror, they consisted of the Rajul elixtu the king, fetoria rectir the mage, turnul tejel the shape shifter, gadreel horak the warrior and guardian of the king, lutia farang the Queen of the Loup-de-sang." She completed, jason stared at her, "Any of those names ring a bell ikir" she said, he kept quiet and looked down, in a fit of rage jason just threw away two of a long-time family bond,

She stared at him. “Does it bother you?” Kael paused. A little too long. “Yes.” The honesty caught her off guard. “Why?” “Because Crimson warriors don’t act without reason.” “Neither do Ashen warriors.” “No.” His eyes met hers. “Which is why I know he had one.” The fire cracked between them. Elara looked away. “What was his name?” Kael’s expression darkened. “Riven Nightbane.” The name meant nothing to her. But the way Kael said it told her everything.

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.

And from those rifts descended nine beings whose presence made the world itself bow. The Nine of the Council The Werewolf Prime Alpha, Magnus Greyfang, landed first—towering, silver-furred, his eyes molten gold and his voice thunder itself. Then Elarion Silvergrove, the Elf King, walked through a portal of green light, his crown woven from living branches that appear like gold. The next came Queen Nerida of the Deep Seas, rising from a spiral of ocean water, scales shimmering with bioluminescent blue. Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, fluttered down in blinding radiance, his beauty sharp enough to cut. His gaze swept the crowd like a blade.

the stranger explained. "And you? You're from Parvara as well?" Violet asked. His costume faded from a soft to a deep green, shifting in the light. His mask was a silver skull, the teeth painted gold. His blue eyes shone, bordered by all the precious metals. "I am. Another lowly noble," he replied. Violet could hear the grin in his voice. "My name is Vesper Ayleth. You?" "Violet Bellerose."

“That was my understanding. He said he came from a pack where the Alpha didn’t treat him well, some pack up north.” “What’s his name? I’ll ask the northern Alphas if they’ve heard of him,” Will says. “Elliot, Edgar, Elio, something like that. It was an uncommon name. My memory isn’t so good today. But like I said, he’s been a great help to me and Elena seems to really like him, which is good. He’s been helping me run warrior training in the mornings which has been a great help. He’s very strong and well trained.”

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."