Elf Woman Names Novels & Stories

(James's POV) "Do you think all attractive she-wolves are like Mom?" I scoffed at my younger brother. "Your wolf always sides with outsiders, Julian." Julian remained calm, his gaze drifting toward the silver-contaminated omega sitting alone at the shore. "Who is she? I've seen her around the resort several times." "Elara Rivers," I said coldly. "Haven't you heard of her? She's the famous fake Stone Pack princess, even went to the silver-laced containment facility for extortion."

He tells him what the elf told us and what we saw. “How many dragons did you smell?” Merellien asks me. Rather than giving him a number, I begin listing them off for Ember. I want her to understand that they are ALL coming for the elves. “I smelled Avani, Tana, Kaylani, Kenna, Anala, Elio, Enya, Daichi, Ajax, Rhys, Enki, Kaze, Terra, Kawai, Ebba, Kano, Amne ...” I continue going through the list, leaving Naida’s name out, since I don’t want Faeler trying to use her against me. As I continue to go through the list, Merellien’s mouth drops open.

she said. The old woman chuckled, her voice rough like dry leaves. "Do you? Strange, neither of you asked my name." They exchanged surprised looks. "What is your name?" they asked in unison. The woman's lips curled into a smile. My name is "Lapátasodara Valkà." Elowen froze, the name like a cold wind down her spine. "That name… I heard it in tales as a child. A witch of the old world." The woman's laugh was soft, almost mocking. "it's just a stories, my dear princess, I don't mean to scare you, Nothing more. But I am pleased to know your home valued its moonlight tales."

And besides, Finrod has a world to support. “Won’t you change your mind?” Finrod dared ask. “Sorry, but the answer’s no.” The elf prince appeared calm on the outside but he was actually edgy. Inside his head, he was wondering about the sudden change in Ellaine. Before she was their Ellaine—his Ellaine. Now she’s Inwë, the new witch of the elf pillar. She was now the witch of many lives and the servant of all. She went by many names as she went with many men.

Telling me she needs a ‘calling spell’. “My supplies are limited. Once I have made Marco’s antidote, everything I have is yours.” I promised her. Frederick must have brought her here for a reason. Everyone here must be here for a reason. “Now everyone is here. Who are you all? I don’t want half-truths, either.” Nathan says, pointing at Ellie. Who smirks at him? He wants to find out the riddle of who Ellie is. That will please Edgar. Without hesitation, she gets to her feet. “My birth name is Eleanor Walker. The eldest child of Wolf King Angarr and Witch Queen Iduna. I should have been the Queen. But my sister and I went into hiding after their murder.”

CAIVAN Mother spoke of a small number of elves as being a stubborn and sometimes, proud people, but Saelyna makes the competition tougher. I kick at a stone, sending it through the forest at breakneck speed. Something is off, and it's not just the smell of decay that signals recent use of xanten. I can't fathom the root of my vexation. I ought not to give a fuck if her village was pillaged and she wanted to stay and get captured or worse. So why do I feel…this way?

I wouldn't have even been surprised if they turned out to be humans. “So, what names do you want to give them? Let's start with the oldest.” Blue said as he gestured for Chris to walk forward. “We figured you might want to change her name, to rhyme with the others,” he explained. “Okay, let's see. I want her to still keep the name Chrys. So, she will be Elara Chrysanthemum Stone.” “I love it. Elara. Her name is wonderful.” Grinning, Chris stepped back as Fred took over.

I said, even though my chest felt tight. She studied us in silence for a long moment. Then she gave the faintest nod. “You’re serious.” Kane nodded. “More than serious.” Her lips pressed into a flat line. “My daughter’s name is Elira. She’s seventeen. Half-witch, half-human. And very important to me.” “We won’t let anything happen to her,” I said. She stared at us. “You two are willing to bleed for a girl you’ve never met?” “Yes,” we said at the same time.

“Well, then, you tell me, my love. What names do you dream of?” Elara’s smile softened. Her fingers moved to brush his hand gently. She looked down for a moment, gathering courage. “If it is a boy,” she said slowly, “I thought of the name *Elyon*. It means strength… and light. A name for someone who will shine, even in dark times.” Damien repeated the name under his breath. “Elyon…” His lips curved into a small smile. “It is a strong name.” “And if it is a girl,” Elara continued, “I thought of *Serena*. For peace. For calmness. A reminder that even in storms, there is always quiet after.”

“What do we need to know about her? You said she was the Path-Stitcher. What does that mean?” Fenris let out a shaky, wet laugh. “Elara. That is her name. But she is not a woman, not really. She doesn't help the strong or the brave. She only helps those who can survive her trials of mind. Many have come here seeking answers. Most end up as babbling wrecks, losing their minds.” A cold dread settled in my stomach. I looked at the narrow canyon ahead. It looked like a throat ready to swallow us. “Trials of the mind?” I whispered. “What kind of trials?”