Female Blood Elf Names の小説・ストーリー

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

Then looking back at the two elves he added, "Don't you agree gentlemen?" "Yeah." They said. I was so confused by what just happened that I dare look at Ren for some explanation, but he seemed as clueless as I am. I looked at Nate instead and found him looking back at me. Once he saw me looking, his gaze drifted down just below my nose and he blushed while looking away. Is he angry? The Queen of the Elves suddenly approached me and held my hands. "I heard a lot about you from the other kingdoms. My name is Queen Siera Feradin."

Eli explained. "You expect me to believe this?" she questioned. Eli gently guided her to the next group of people dancing more effortlessly, fair-like, and beautiful. One girl had emerald green scaly skin with yellow cat-like eyes, and another looked like the waves of the water, different shades of blue and white from her dress to her hair. "Nymphs," Eli explained, "They all have different strengths. Like Bashira, she's a snake type; Allura, she controls water elements; Lewellyn, a nature type."

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

The room was very quiet except for the sound of Thea's spoon scraping porridge from her bowl and the fire crackling and my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my teeth. "The woman who brought the threads," I said. "What did she look like?" Elara wiped her face. "Older. Dark hair. Northern coloring." "Did she give you a name?" "She said her name was Dara." Elara's eyes found mine. "But that's not her real name, is it?" No. It was not. But I knew who it was. And my wolf knew too, because she was already turning, already pulling, already aimed at the door like an arrow finding its target after months of searching.

One by one, they began to kneel. Not in submission, but in recognition. A girl raised in shadows. A woman forged in fire. Kael sank to one knee, eyes never leaving hers. Vesper followed—his was not a bow of defeat, but of devotion. Silent and steady, his expression unreadable. The Witch Queen knelt last. “Elara of the Rift,” she said, “Breaker of bloodlines, Flame of the Crownless. What do you name yourself now?” Elara looked around—at the ruins, at the broken world, at the remnants of magic still stirring the air like ghosts waiting for new purpose.

Most vampires are terrified of Eirisse, while Kazimir is the veritable monster. Katherine remains quiet, as if deep in thought, and I wonder if I scared her off with my description of the twins. I don’t really want to talk about them, but I know the topic will come up soon. “Hmm, I’ve been thinking about baby names,” she says after a while with a giddy tone and turns her head to face me. “If it’s a girl, I want us to name her Gileana; it’s a mesh of our mother’s names.”

“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.”

“Just say a name. What will be the name if he is male? How about female?” “Wife…” I glared at him. “If you do not humor me, you can go back from where you have been. I no longer needed you, Elio.” I looked away, sulking. A name. Was that too much to ask? Eli growled, but I did not look at him. “Raphael if it is a male. Eliolora if it is a female. A combination of our names.” Raphael and Eliolora. I liked it.

Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck. “Don’t release more arrows!” the Elf yelled, lowering his bow. Two more Elves jumped from the trees—a female and a male, both blondes—landing close to Kerra before moving closer to Rhobart and Ayla. The male had a sword in his right hand, while the female had a whip on her left hip and a short sword on the right one. “She looks identical to you, Taeral,” the female said. “Except for her ears, which are human.” She sniffed the air. “But she is only part human.”