Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

I opened the door and got into my car. “What's your name?” I asked the girl as I drove out of the college. “My name is Elizabeth,” she replied, albeit timidly. “Your old life is over, and now that name doesn't matter anymore. From now on, you are Elixir. Sweet and alluring, that's how you will lure your prey and rob them of everything they have, including their lives.” I said with a smile while she simply nodded. I could already imagine the future. She will be a wonderful asset to the Killer-Wolves organization.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body. “You can call me Jane.” “Jane?” What a weird name for an elf. “Would you prefer Mother Jane then?” She smiled and stuck out her tongue in a playful manner. This person just keeps giving me some strange vibes. My gut tells me I should get out of here as soon as possible. “What are they teaching you at the village nowadays? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” “I’m A-agafya…” The elf got closer to me and inclined her body a little to look directly into my eyes. Her friendly demeanor and imposing aura were making me self-conscious.

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."

And wolf. Half-blood. Interesting. She stopped ten paces from the throne and inclined her head—not deep enough to be reverence. “King Kael,” she said. “My name is Elofa.” I waited. Silence is a language rulers forget how to speak. I hadn’t. She smiled faintly. “I am here to negotiate my survival.” Direct. I almost respected her. “You’ve chosen an odd morning for it,” I replied. My voice sounded like stone dragged over stone. “Rogues are being cleared from my borders.”