Elven Names Female Novels & Stories

She smiles, I return it just as softly before an exhausted sigh escapes my lips, picturing the various scenarios that may take place when I begin the next stage of my plan to gain vengeance. “I’m sorry we haven’t exchanged names. I’m Valerie,” I give her my hand, she takes it in her small ones and giggles. Green eyes, glimmering with obvious amusement. “Nice to meet you, Valerie. I-I don’t have a name though,” she smiles, mine falls quickly. I’ve been drowning in my problems and hidden from any creature who breathes to remember humans on Eldora don’t have the right to possess a name. How fucking ridiculous! “What do you think of Theia? A name derives from Dorothea, meaning gift,” I wonder, s

“Every day.” Lira hesitated for a moment, then asked the question that had been on her mind for so long. “Your daughter. What was her name?” For the first time since they’d entered the forest, Dain’s expression cracked. His jaw tightened, and for the briefest moment, his mask of stoicism slipped, revealing something raw beneath. “Elowen.” The name hung in the air, beautiful and haunting. Lira felt a shiver crawl down her spine at the sound of it, a name so full of promise yet tinged with an undeniable sorrow.

“Good choice. We’ll make the waist fitted, and the neckline just as you asked—graceful, not bold. You’ll still look like yourself, only finer.” The other women continued teasing lightly as they measured her. “Elara’s finally stepping into her womanhood,” Liri said. “Soon, we’ll be calling her Luna.” Elara’s face turned red again. “Please,” she said softly. “Don’t say that.” Miren laughed. “We’re only teasing. But still, it’s nice to see you smiling over a man. You’ve been too tough since you arrived here.” Elara smiled shyly. “Maybe that’s true,” she admitted.

“I understand.” Maika pulled a thick scroll from the velvet pouch beside her and laid it before him. “These are names of young women from elite families—vampire, witch, and lycan. All unbound. You are allowed to choose from any house you wish. You are of all three bloodlines, after all.” Caveen sighed and unrolled the scroll. The names swirled before his eyes like formal echoes: Lady Anya of Velethorn, Vera Caelwyn, Naomi of the Moonridge Line, Diana Serovelle, Isla Valemar…