Elven Names Novels & Stories

Her gaze from dark green eyes like leaves of spring oak, hypnotized the boy. “I'm Pmyrie”. “Just Pmyrie?” he had the courage to ask her. “Just Pmyrie. We elves have only one name. And once chosen, no one in our family is allowed to bear it anymore.” The boy said nothing. “I read about you people and I know you have more names to identify yourselves. We differ from each other in what we do.” As Alexander said nothing more, Elizabeth intervened. “My name’s Elizabeth. I'm almost ten years old. And he's Alexander ... he's 11 years old.”

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.

"Tell me human, who are you and how did you get here?" Ron, who was still pondering over the identity of this spirit Elf, gasped. He finally got it! The Royal Family!!! Zedekiel, Ludiciel, Mariel, Tariel, Sariel, Their names all sounded alike. He remembered that he had once read in a book that the Elfin Royal Family have a tradition of naming their children after dead members of the Royal Family so that they will always be remembered.

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."

“A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.” “Is that even possible?” “The greatest sin requires the greatest punishment. You can see it is true with every man at the village; they cannot use magic because, even if just a little, their mana is tainted.” It makes sense now. The way every male elf treats me here, why they never talk to us and why they stay at the outermost part of the village. They are considered lesser, tainted beings and even lower than them, are the fallen elves and the beast, as they call every ot

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon. Previous generations of humans understood that supernatural beings existed, and they made up their stories of gods and goddesses to explain them. The Greeks felt that the Ceryneian Hind was sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, it was really the elves that treated GoldMoon like she was sacred. She has lived with us for many generations.

All with good reason, of course! Pia Náre That’s what my father called me growing up. It means little flame, which I suppose was a pretty apt nickname. So here I am. Eden Nestoriel. The Nowhere Elf. Neither a wood elf nor a high elf, just somewhere in between! Eventually, I reach my destination at the village’s edge and enthusiastically knock on the small cottage door. “Come in, Eden!”

Knowing that his beast could not survive without it's mate, he released a great roar that caused the castle walls to completely collapse upon them as he died. Sheiria is my own creation and is pronounced She-ray-a Erwan is Celtic for dragon and is pronounced Er-wan, like you would pronounce Obi-Won Tine is Celtic for Fire and Is pronounced like time with an n