Elven Names Novels & Stories

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

I, Anno, clutched a bag of deer meat damp with dew as I walked along the streets of the elven town, the burning pain from the wolf’s claws still lingering on my right cheek from last night. Whispers followed me all the way. “It’s her—that defective elf with a broken wing, and she’s even keeping a tamed werewolf.” “It’s laughable. That werewolf doesn’t even look at her. He’s always trying to run away, but she still treats him like a precious treasure.”

Potolo asked him. “Excuse me, mister.” The goblin was not speaking the common tongue, Omnian. But Potolo was able to understand the goblin’s language. “Eldwan, huh?” Eldwan was the ancient language used by both dwarves and elves. In the modern era, their languages branched into two languages known as simply dwarven and elven. They still share some similarity though. After knowing the language, Potolo decided that he should speak the same language . “Is something the matter?” He asked again.

She stared at him. “Does it bother you?” Kael paused. A little too long. “Yes.” The honesty caught her off guard. “Why?” “Because Crimson warriors don’t act without reason.” “Neither do Ashen warriors.” “No.” His eyes met hers. “Which is why I know he had one.” The fire cracked between them. Elara looked away. “What was his name?” Kael’s expression darkened. “Riven Nightbane.” The name meant nothing to her. But the way Kael said it told her everything.

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Elara looked up to the owner of the hands, her eyes collided with piercing grey ones. "Forgive me. I did not mean to scare you" the owner of the hands and eyes said. "Elara Martinns, Luna of the night light pack. And you are?" "Luna... Interesting. Call me Riven." "I've never heard of an Alpha Riven before" Elara said, stepping back from him. "Really? My name always raises eyebrows and turns heads. You've been very sheltered, my Lady." Elara almost blushed at his insinuation. Truly, she had never left the pack grounds in the five years since she came to this pack.

“Let’s get out of here then” Now, what was the spell for a portal again? Ugh, elven magic is so confusing. I visualise the elven runes for space 'ᛋᛒᛅᚴᛅ' they appear in thin air in front of me, glowing a bright green. “Huh, that was easier than I thought”. The runes separate and form a circle, slowly rotating

They have an age range of 110 and can live to be more than 700 years old. They are known to be immortal but can be killed with special poison. They were known to be very evil, hating other supernaturals especially the fairies, pixies and angels. They also have a weakness to iron. They go in a group which they call themselves “The Drove of Elves.” In their kingdom they consists of various kinds of elves which includes aquatic elves, dark elves (drow), deep elves (rockseer), grey elves, high elves, moon elves, snow elves, sun elves, valley elves, wild elves (grugach), wood elves and winged elves (avariel). Each of them has their own special powers.

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."

"What are their names?" "Their names are Kai, Eli, Vladimir, Osiris, Edric, Drik, Isabella, and Suzette," Altan replied. "Eli was with you yesterday, right? By the way, your brother is very handsome," Esen said, hiding her smile. Altan took a look at her and said, "Your focus should be on me only." Esen laughed when she saw him reacting like this and replied. She didn't know if there was anger or jealousy in his eyes.