Female Blood Elf Names 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

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.

"Well, you're here now, and honestly, your timing is perfect. I am so fucking angry I could scream." Tasha raised an eyebrow, settling into the desk chair. She knew that tone Elara was about to go off about something, and it was usually entertaining. "What happened? Who pissed you off this time?" "There's this weird girl," Elara said, her voice dripping with disgust. "She has this freaky silver hair, like she thinks she's some kind of anime character or something." "Silver hair?" Tasha's eyes widened with surprise. That was definitely unusual. "Yeah, and get this…..her name is Drasa." Elara practically spat the name.

“What do we need to know about her? You said she was the Path-Stitcher. What does that mean?” Fenris let out a shaky, wet laugh. “Elara. That is her name. But she is not a woman, not really. She doesn't help the strong or the brave. She only helps those who can survive her trials of mind. Many have come here seeking answers. Most end up as babbling wrecks, losing their minds.” A cold dread settled in my stomach. I looked at the narrow canyon ahead. It looked like a throat ready to swallow us. “Trials of the mind?” I whispered. “What kind of trials?”

“Have you thought of their names yet?” Tyr propped his chin up with one hand and answered, “Blair can be Cyrene Summers, and as for the two little ones, the boy can be Vega Summers, and the girl will be Altair Summers.” Winifred was silent for a while after hearing these names. Tyr thought Winifred did not like the names and hurriedly exclaimed, “What’s the matter, honey? Are these names bad? If you have any ideas, you can help come up with one as well.”

She took the sleeping Alluxia, carefully and showed her to her friend. "It's a she?" the curly wolf asked. She nodded. "Alluxia Leigh is her name." She slowly handed the child to the eager sexy wolf carefully. He could see how happy his friend was when he touched his little princess. Suddenly she remembered that he had told her before that she wanted her daughter to be a woman so that she could be arranged and taken care of. "She's beautiful," Renata commented. "She has a twin brother, Emmy. He's name is Allus Lane," she informed.

But the familiar fear of the water engulfed her whole body. Bubbles came from her mouth. Her lungs would succumb anytime. But there she was… the familiar face of the female elf. Malaika knew who the elf was… she had seen that face countless times. The Water Goddess! “Varina…” she whispered in her mind. It suddenly came to her realization of the uncanny similarity of the name to their island. The hazy memories she shared with the cave dweller became clear. This creature… whichever her true name, was still their major deity.

“Please try to get along even though she isn’t part of the guild. Amazonian… I can call you that, right?” The female warrior raised a brow. “Why? You call the Seer, Death Princess and Two Shots by their name. I’m now a party member, you can call me by my name. I’m Oritha Silva.” Feeling slightly strange to be calling the busty warrior by her first name, Zen looked away and blushed. “T-then I’ll call you Silva-san.” Satisfied and finding the kid’s reaction slightly adorable, the Amazonian looked around at the kitchen. There wasn’t much time until the basilisk was spawned, and this was all the defence they had in the base?

Zelena. All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nickname them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if so

I said, my voice taking on a teasing tone, "we need to think of some backup names too, just in case." Valerie laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "Oh, really? Do you have any other suggestions, Mr. Name Expert?" I grinned, leaning back against the couch and pretending to ponder deeply. "Well, for a girl, how about something unique and strong? Like... Athena?" "Athena?" Valerie repeated, a smile tugging at her lips. "Goddess of wisdom and warfare? Are you planning on raising a warrior princess, Ares?" "Maybe," I said, winking at her. "She'd have to take after her mother, after all. Smart, strong, and incredibly beautiful."