Elven Mage Names Novels & Stories

“The gods sent me. I already found the other three princes. Eduard, son of King Harold of the North. Magnus, son of King Athelwulf of the West, and Gadrial, son of King Johnathan of the South-East.” “We know the princes,” I said. “Of course,” the witch said. “And you are?” Joel asked. “You may call me Morella.” “Is that your name?” Troy asked. “No, but it’s dangerous to give my true name. It can be used against me. Please. Sit.” The two Lycan princes gave each other a sceptic look. They were enemies, after all, and sitting down together was unheard of. “Do you trust her?” Joel asked. “I’ve heard that you are a monster with all the wolf talents.”

Kedeva was determined that he wasn't going to let any of them snatch his things away. All these accusations they were throwing at each other—what are they talking about? Curiosity piqued, and I stepped in between them before they could start tearing each other apart. I mean, I am Alpha, and I could see the wolves trying to break free, and given that Olivia and my guard had stepped aside to take a breath, I knew Maria and Kedeva wouldn't spare each other. There was something about those two that I smelled. It's not only the two of them who depised each other, but their wolves couldn't stand each other either.

Matt said with black eyes as the man pulled him off the bloody Vampire moaning on the floor. "I think you showed him that wasn't going to be allowed ever again. What is your name, boy?" "Matt!" My brother puffed his chest at the man. "A protector with a good noble name. And you." He looked at my other brother. "Ivan." "Ivan the great. My name is Alfi. I'm a leader of the elves here, and we like to try and keep the peace. Let me buy you all a drink as an apology." He looked to me and my eyes smiled at him. He had light purple eyes and pointy ears. He was handsome and I could tell he was kind.

Lady Ilven: (removes her gloves slowly, her fingers trembling slightly) "I did. Lock the door, child. What I must tell you will change everything you thought you knew." Ceres: (steps forward, eyebrows furrowed) "Why me?" Why now?" Lady Ilven: (sits, her expression unreadable) "Because you've begun to ask the right questions. And because your blood will soon betray you." Ceres: (tense) "What does that mean?" Lady Ilven: (inhales deeply, her voice lowering) "My name… is not Ilven. Not truly. I am Ilverna of Umbra. And once, I served Auren Flameborn—the last flame-touched prince of the shattered Lycan throne."

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

The wound closed in an instant. “Ailive and Lidnaat Elspire, they were born three nights ago to Nix. Brigid has been caring for them.” Aarshon didn’t want to give any more than he needed at this moment. Aameris didn’t need to know that they were in the willow house. “Elf darling and Fox seeker, perfect Elven names for them. Aarshon, you did a great job naming them.” Aameris said, then clapped his hands. A young gnome entered the throne room to look up at the king.

"Fine, I'll give you a shot, but first of all, tell me, how were you able to get up through my window." "I'm sorry Mage, but I'm sure you know this too well." She folded her arms. "A Magician never reveals her secret." The Mage chuckled. "So tell me, what is the name of this brave damsel?" She smiled. "You can call me Elaina." *** Elaina stood by the gate. She had been adorned by the Mage's maids. When the Mage arrived, he handed her a torch and then a harp. "What do you need this for?" He asked.

The Orcs spoke in Orkish. Drax looked at Eluvene. “What did you do to them?” Eluvene smirked. “Used the Fire Ass’ fear on them.” Drax’s eyes went wide. He looked at Milton and snickered. Milton snorted. “I have a name, woman! Milton! Use it!” Eluvene rolled her eyes. “I will use your name when you use mine!” Milton huffed. The Shamans attacked the Mages’ spells. The wall of ice went crashing into the one of fire. Orcs and mercenaries come out of Eluvene’s spell.

“Does no one stop to think perhaps naming some people after birds with terrible reputations isn’t a good idea?” Nuthatch chuckled. It sounded a bit like a schoolgirl, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He didn’t notice. “Most evil mages take these names after they’ve developed their sense of… malevolence. I believe their given name was Cardinal or something much nicer. At any rate, the Vultures have been living in your homelands for generations, forcing out all of the amicable packs in the area. None of our mages have intervened simply because the Vultures are so strong, and without an innate interest in saving the lands, getting involved seemed a waste of our precious resources.”