Elven Names Female Novels & Stories

I no longer want to be left alone with Averi. And did I really see it right? Was he going to kiss me while I am asleep or I am just assuming things? "Eli—" I turn to face him, both my stance and the emotion on my face screams frustration. "It's Elide. Call me by my name, Averi. It's Elide. Elide Fenriz. Princess Elide of Fenrys." "I'll call you how I want too. You introduce yourself to me as Eli and my eyes will continue to see you the same way that night."

If Elven Queen Isa had not led the Elves to maintain good relations with the major forces in Leila over the years, they would have been horribly bullied by the Vingeans. Before Isa took over as the Elven Queen, it was no exaggeration to say that the Elves were the cash cow of the Vingeans. The location between the two tribes was adjacent to each other. So, it was easy for the Vingeans to capture the Elven women. More than half of the Elven women who appeared in underground auctions in the past were abducted by the Vingeans.

She said with a shrug and Erika nodded. "What names did you two come up with?" She turned to the Twins and asked. With a grin on his face, Zayn said, "I'll name her Willow!" Zayn smirked and said, "And I'll name her Aurora." He said as well. Erika nodded at the names then turned to Elvira. "What do you think?" Elvira grinned. "My daughters, Willow and Aurora." "And that is it, We have two Lycan princesses, Princess Willow and Princess Aurora."

“My name isn’t Riven.” Kael crossed his arms. “Yeah, we figured.” “I’m Elara,” I said quietly. “Elara Riven Monroe.” The name felt heavy leaving my mouth. Damon stilled. Cassidan’s brow furrowed. Kael just stared. “Elara…” Damon repeated. “Monroe as in—” “A runaway princess. Nothing more,” I finished. Kael let out a low breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Unbelievable.” Damon looked at him. “Kael.”

Naomi had been invited to play a role in Echoes in the Mist. Elowen, once the crown princess of the Verdant Vale, was never content within the gilded cage of the royal palace. Though born into privilege, her heart belonged to the common folk—to their stories, their struggles, and their dreams. Disguised as a young nobleman, she traveled across the realm under the alias "Elias," championing justice where the law had failed.

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.

Almost like he finally remembered Elara was actually around, Riven turned to face her, giving her his signature lopsided smile. "Elara, this is Zara, my Beta's daughter. Zara...meet Elara" Riven then pretends to whisper to Zara. "...she doesn't like to be called a Luna, so we just call her Elara" So this was the Beta's daughter...Zara Elara hated that name immediately. Up close, Zara was even worse. Thick dark hair braided down her back. Sun-browned skin. Powerful thighs under fitted leather trousers. Broad, but slender shoulders earned through years of weapons training.

Elegant, poised, with the same quiet strength in her eyes. Erin immediately walked toward her with a bright smile. “Hey there. I’m Erin. You look so beautiful… just like your father.” Louise gave a shy but genuine smile. “I’ve always wanted to meet the creator of the Goldrens. It’s an honor. I’m Louise, Princess of the Elven Realm.” “Lovely name,” Erin said, taking her hands gently. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time as well. I’ll help with the preparations as much as I can.”

She doesn’t plan on having her own pups anytime soon, so she engages in small conversations with other pups whenever she sees them. “Really?!” He was grinning from ear to ear as he stared at her. “I’m Isabel, but for your safety call me Alpha Martinez.” She stretched out her hand for a handshake. “A real life alpha from the Pride pack?... Cool!” David screamed at the last part, surprising Isabel with a hug. She smiled into the hug and lifted him off the ground, placing him gently on Dylan’s bed. “I’ve read so much about your pack. I wanna be like you when I grow up.”

A bird somewhere in the tree line begins a call and then stops, reconsidering. "What would you have named her?" Arden asks. He asks it the way he asks things that matter: directly, without embellishment. "I have thought about that," Ressa says. "For thirty-five years. In my own mind I called her Aelin. In the old pack language it means little light. Because she came from Lian, and Lian had the light, and I think the child would have had it too." "Aelin," Arden says. He holds the name in his mouth for a moment. "That is right."