Fantasy Elf Names Female Novels & Stories

The Elf thief smiled. "You should go now, let the night don't befall you" said the Elf thief who turned her back to go away "Wait. What is your name" Pradai inquired. "Iliya. My name is Iliya." She answered, and ran away. "Hmm rude. She didn't even ask me my name" Pradai commented, running away too. But Iliya wasn't gone, she stood there and watched Pradai fade away. She touched her chest, smiling

In that adrenal surge of frothing power, the monster lifts the elf from the ground and slams her down away from her. The siren stumbles back from the pain. The oxygen in the air is becoming less and less frequent with the injured lung. Slowly, the creature falls to her knees one that is stabbing the ground with a harsh thud while the other tries to desperately keep herself in the kneeling stance but the impact is to great and soon enough, that limb also touches the teal grass. In that time Catarina rises to her feet. The gauntlet that the siren gripped has her mark indented on the top of the metal. Her eyes look at the mark and she have an impressed look on her covered face. The blue creatur

I’m ready when we take the last straps off. So, when the creature lunges at me, I’m prepared. What I’m not prepared for, is for it to beg for death. “Please, kill me.” It says. “What is your name?” The elf asks it, her voice soft, gentle, coaxing. I still don’t know her name and I don’t like it. It turns its strange head to look at her. “Graith. My name is Graith, or it was.”

They were all dark-skinned, got long pointy ears, had azure eyes and were long-haired. The elf who stood before Amethyst said, "I am Dareille Glassyne." He, then, gestured at the others, "...they're my brothers in arms. Roelle, Ebyian, Dreazar and Cyan." "I'm Amethyst Elan, a Healer Elf and Luveas is my life companion." Amethyst introduced herself. "We've never heard of an elf and a vampire pairing before..." Dareille said after the introduction. "Neither do I," responded Amethyst. "Let today be the day of when you heard of the first odd pairing."

She assured me before leaving the room, leaving the elderly woman and me alone in the room. "What is your name?” I asked, realizing that I didn't even know her name. “Oh, you can call me Elphaba, although people call me EL," She said, with a smile. “Okay, I prefer to call you El. It's more elegant, and it suits you well,” I said, and she burst into a round of laughter, making me confused. “People call me that to mock me, but I think you have a different motive," She said, after laughing. I could hear some pain behind her laughter.

Deep within the heart of the forbidden forest, a hidden conversation unfolded between two extraordinary beings. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie with emerald wings, scolded the young girl named Iana. Her porcelain skin glowed pale as the moon, her tresses cascading like a waterfall of purest snow, and her eyes held the shimmering hue of sterling silver. "Iana, what were you doing there?" Elva admonished, her tiny form buzzing with agitation. "You know how perilous it is for us to venture into the realm of humans."

She is calm, stormy… she is smart, kind, and strong. Of course, I recognize in her all the traits needed to be not only a good mate but a fucking queen, and that terrifies me. She has a law degree and is brilliant around people, but the elves are in a completely different league on their own. They are aligned with nature, and they use magic.