Elven Names Novels & Stories

There were faces on each beside a weird symbol that corresponds to its value. “The bills with the face of a king are called Zíhát while those with the face of a queen are called Wievta. Another is the Thiánden. One Zíhát is equal to ten Wievta and one Wievta is equal to five Thiánden.” She remembered Margarette instructing her. All of the citizens under the rule of the elves use it. There are also different names for money for every particular independent creature in Lenriad. Goblins, for one, have Guûrniett while the Dwarves have Mæviς.

Will it attempt to murder me once I try to combine it with my summons? Eladrins is a name I'm familiar with. They are connected to elves, but one thing I was certain of was that they were not dungeon creatures! So, what exactly is one doing in a dungeon?!

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

Everyone gathered around immediately, congratulating us, hugging us, ruffling Xander’s hair like he was the one who’d done the hard part. “Alright, alright,” Kael said, raising his hand like a mock teacher. “We need names. Come on, the best name wins my eternal respect.” “Or scorn,” Vanessa muttered. “Which is more likely.” “I vote for Blazewind.” Kael puffed his chest. “Strong. Dramatic. Sounds like a warrior.” Vanessa snorted. “Sounds like a name you’d give a horse.” “What about Elias?” Kaida offered, gently in our minds. “It means ‘light of the sun’ in ancient Lycari.”

I had heard about them once or twice, a wandering race of insect channelers, though they had a more appealing name; Arthrolytes. They gave us shelter in one of their tents, and Dell had snarled at them when they tried to unbundle Elwyn. They had asked no explanation, neither did we give any. All they had asked were our names, which we had reluctantly given. I'm sure they are still on tiptoes, even with their easy stares.

Dwarven traveling songs appeared to serve both entertainment and practical purposes, keeping the group's pace steady and maintaining alertness. Her thoughts drifted to the Wood Elves waiting ahead. What would they be like, these elves who rejected the structured society of their High Elf cousins? Would they welcome her scholarly inquiries or view her with suspicion? The accounts she'd read in the Sylvanae Archive described them as wild but wise, more connected to natural magic than their city-dwelling relatives. Aldergon had mentioned that they painted their arms with earth-toned dyes and lived in harmony with the forest, a stark contrast to the High Elves' carefully controlled environment.

“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.”

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

“In a dream? This looks so real?” She groaned dramatically. “Let’s just do the naming…” “Okay. Let’s hear your suggestions.” “Actually, I have a lot. I mean, I’ve been picking up words here and there, preparing for today,” she paused. “Usually, you’re supposed to do these things, but… you’re Maya… you get stressed by the tiniest of things.” “Tell me the names, else I’ll blurt out the first thing that comes to my head.” “Fine!” she hissed. “The options are: Isariel, Sylara, Nymeris, Eryndra, and Zeryntha. These names stuck with me. So, you just have to pick one.”

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."