Elf Woman Names Novels & Stories

The sky above Flora Island was so black. Dark clouds rolled in to cover the sun. The sea wind blew so hard that it made waves and big storms on the sea surface. The Elf Queen’s straight purple and green hair with wavy ends fluttered in the wind. The pair of emerald green eyes belonging to the Elf Queen, Lena Omanelis, looked up at the sky anxiously. She bit her blood-red lips nervously. She rubbed her skin which was as pale as snow which had been feeling goosebumps ever since.

Aiden said while we held our baby together. "What shall we name her?" Aiden said to me. "Angelina." I said to him as our child looked like an angel of the Creator and was my precious gift. “Roselyn.” Aiden added as she was his precious rose “Wolfen.” we both said that at the same time. We had decided a name for our beautiful Werewolf Vampire princess. She was to be called Angelina Roselyn Wolfen and we hoped just like her parents, the creator would be with her too as his last audible words to us had been:

I introduced them as I alternated glances between them both. "Eloise, such an unusual name." Mother said, keeping her tone casual. "Elowen." I corrected. "Elowen who, darling?" She turned around to me, her eyes lingering on Elowen for a bit longer. "Does she work for you, or another one of your endless flings?" I rolled my eyes and groaned, throwing Elowen an apologetic look. "Elowen, Elowen Sylvarn." I walked to Elowen's side and slipped a hand around her waist.

I needed answers, and I needed them now. “Tell me about the purge that cleared your people,” I said quietly. “We never really got the real story behind it. What really happened to your clan?” The elderly woman straightened a little, her white hair catching the firelight. She looked at each of us in turn, then spoke with quiet dignity. “Before I begin…my true name is Elise. Not Emma. Emma was only a mask I wore to navigate the human world.” She paused, letting the name settle in the room, then continued.

The elf said a little embarrassed. "I'm sure I have some spares in the back that will fit you though." She then said as she went off to find them. Xolvion took a good look around before she came back, noticing that no one else was here and that the door was locked. "So, may you tell me your name?" He asked smiling at her. The elf also smiled as she placed the clothing down onto the chair next to them. "Oh yes, silly me. My name is Phelorna. What is yours?"

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.

Sapping tells me while handing the bag. Curiously, pulling the string open as a small elf comes out, as it blinks its eyes and stretches. “Um… hello there; my name Raina, what’s yours?”, I say before asking. “My name is Jessica but you can call me Jess.”, she tells the elf excitedly. The elf gets slightly spooked from her since he didn’t notice her before; he gives her a smile, which in return made the one she was already wearing bigger and brighter.

The Omega too had a grin at her face as she stared at my wolf lustfully. "What is your name?" He asked her. "Elise." She replied. It was no longer the Omega speaking, it was definitely her wolf talking back to my wolf. That bite, or was it a mark. I suddenly feel connected to her more than ever before. I still don't have a clue why. It should be for Veronica who is to become the Luna right by my side, why the hell is it for this strange Omega woman. "My human counterpart is dumb. Don't mind him."

Get the elf to contact your coven now, and you’re free as a bird if you'll tell me where my mate is. “See?” She ground her teeth, knowing she was between a rock and a hard place. Of course, a voice whispered in the back of her head. It wasn’t the first time. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time today. And with her luck, it wouldn’t be the last. "Christ." She turned her attention to the wary elf. "Hmp, elf, I need a favour." "My name is Elfy, milady!" "Woah! Really? That's ridiculous."

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.