Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

“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?”

I’m sure they were red with Ji’s fury shining through. If she was calling me handsome it couldn’t be that bad could it? I smiled down at her asking her wolf, “And your name is?” “You my devilishly handsome savior may call me Nikkie.” She purred at me. Before I could ask what happened I felt a presence walking up behind us so I turned around spotting what looked to be an elf. She stepped back in a defensive stance. Holding fire in both her hands with her magical energy pulsing. Her eyes were glowing. I didn’t know much about elves but I don’t recall glowing eyes.

All sense of reason out the door, so long as he got to bring the fluffy critter home. "Hey don't look at me! I'm not part of your little harem." Vale threw her hands up. "Did we adopt a child and I never was aware of it?" Elise leaned in whispering to Alayna. "Certainly feels that way." "If we were to keep it what would you name it?" Elise asked leaning down petting the Baoar as well. "I would name it.... Lady Cuddlesworth! or Cuddles The Man Slayer.. or how about -"

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."

My eyes were glowing yellow, a warm, golden light that seemed to pulse with an inner power. Suddenly, a majestic wolf appeared beside me, its fur a shimmering silver-gray in the dim light. The wolf's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of recognition. "Hello, Isla," the wolf said in a low, raspy voice, its words echoing in my mind. "My name is Elara. I've been waiting centuries to meet you." I stared at the wolf in wonder, my mind reeling with questions. The wolf's voice was unlike anything I'd ever heard before - rough and wild, yet somehow familiar.

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.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

The pups arrived early, a girl and a boy just as her elvish mother had foretold. Nell was stuck for a name for her daughter and then she remembered the no-nonsense she-wolf Liam had met at that ball. Ida seemed to suit the baby, who relaxed whenever she lengthened the two syllables which identified her. Their son was to be known as Cal. She felt close to him, too, just not in the same way. It had been intriguing to discover elves had physically interacted with the pack before and that their blood was in the Alpha’s veins, the ethereal nature of their culture part of his DNA. Simon’s, too.

I no longer want to be left alone with Averi. And did I really see it right? Was he going to kiss me while I am asleep or I am just assuming things? "Eli—" I turn to face him, both my stance and the emotion on my face screams frustration. "It's Elide. Call me by my name, Averi. It's Elide. Elide Fenriz. Princess Elide of Fenrys." "I'll call you how I want too. You introduce yourself to me as Eli and my eyes will continue to see you the same way that night."

Nimuel said. She came closer to her and sat down on the bed beside her. Aelanor was still on the floor, crying silently. Nimuel brushed her hair with her fingers ever so softly and pulled her up on the bed, beside the Queen. "You've aged," Queen Gaelemar chuckled. "I prefer to think that I have matured, in terms of age as well as mental faculties. Tell me mother, don't the elves have the same mental growth as humans?" she asked. "Of course, we do, my child. In fact, we are wiser than any other race, and we are the same ever since our birth."