Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

I could hear the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs underfoot. “Who is this source?” I asked, trying to keep up with Selena’s brisk pace. “She’s a bit of a recluse,” Selena said. “Her name is Elara. She’s not part of any pack, but she has a way of knowing things. People call her the Whisperer.” “The Whisperer?” Fatima scoffed. “Sounds like something out of a bad horror movie.” Selena chuckled. “Maybe, but she’s good. Trust me.”

" 'Felicia!' I exclaimed. I had chosen that name from our Latino class and decided to give it to my wolf when I shifted. It meant 'happy' or 'lucky,' and those were the two things I desired most in life. 'Felicia. I like it,' my wolf responded. After an exhilarating run, my energy began to wane, prompting me to retreat to the spot where I had stashed my extra clothes. Once dressed, I embarked on my journey out of the woods. As I neared the forest's edge, the sound of Elara's crying reached my ears. Curiosity piqued, I concealed myself among the trees, observing the scene unfolding before me. She was being comforted by others, including Garrick, who held her in his arms. A sigh escaped my lip

When I saw why she laughed,my smile dropped from my lips. It was a picture of a woman with sharp pointy ears like Nara's. My eyes wandered to the top of the page where the name was. It spelt out three letters. Elf. "What is it Kevan?" Layna asked and met gaze met hers. "It is just...my sister...she...her ears are just as pointy..."I said,totally forgetting i was not supposed to tell any one that and when I remembered, it was too late.

Get the elf to contact your coven now, and you’re free as a bird if you'll tell me where my mate is. “See?” She ground her teeth, knowing she was between a rock and a hard place. Of course, a voice whispered in the back of her head. It wasn’t the first time. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time today. And with her luck, it wouldn’t be the last. "Christ." She turned her attention to the wary elf. "Hmp, elf, I need a favour." "My name is Elfy, milady!" "Woah! Really? That's ridiculous."

" Kei frowned slightly at the name Shima had just called. "Yes .. Duende is an Elf and because she is a female I put Ra behind .. So her name is Duendera, it looks like a female name right?" Shima smiled by playing with her eyebrows. "You like the name Duendera, the cute cat?" Shima asked the half -cat girl. "Meow! Duendera! I love it! Thank you master! Meow! I have a new name. It's a beautiful name .. Meow!" Duendera started to hug Shima's shoulders tightly with a wiggle of his tail showing himself liking Shima.

And besides, Finrod has a world to support. “Won’t you change your mind?” Finrod dared ask. “Sorry, but the answer’s no.” The elf prince appeared calm on the outside but he was actually edgy. Inside his head, he was wondering about the sudden change in Ellaine. Before she was their Ellaine—his Ellaine. Now she’s Inwë, the new witch of the elf pillar. She was now the witch of many lives and the servant of all. She went by many names as she went with many men.

I wouldn't have even been surprised if they turned out to be humans. “So, what names do you want to give them? Let's start with the oldest.” Blue said as he gestured for Chris to walk forward. “We figured you might want to change her name, to rhyme with the others,” he explained. “Okay, let's see. I want her to still keep the name Chrys. So, she will be Elara Chrysanthemum Stone.” “I love it. Elara. Her name is wonderful.” Grinning, Chris stepped back as Fred took over.

“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.

I used to call them Belle, Gale, and Penelope to distinguish who was who by associating the first letter of their names with their colors. I repeat the process by going to different parts of the forest. I met Akkar and Folduin, the elf brothers, and gnome sisters Moss and Clover. They all reluctantly agreed, and I should be happy about it, but there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something doesn’t seem right.

I placed my hands in my lap, adjusting my dress to make sure it didn't slide up, as I was conscious that he might steal a glance of my panties. "I am a humanoid elf, which means—more like how werewolves are half humans and half wolves. I am half-elf and half-human. Unlike regular elves, I don't carve weapons either. My mixed heritage gives me a unique job. I don't have a surname, and we don't live with our families. Whenever a humanoid elf is born, we are sent to the groupies, where we grow up and learn everything. I also need years to live, so I buy them," he shared, his words filled with a sense of happiness and openness as he spoke to me.