Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

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.

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.

His words were like salt in the wound—an unrelenting reminder of my perceived failures, my inability to protect those I cared for most. But the moment I thought of our pup, my heart softened. "Elara, our daughter really looks like me. Elara...such a beautiful name." Mentioning Elara, my wolf also calmed down a bit. "Yes, she's adorable. But I think she takes after our mate more." Ignoring the playful jab from my wolf, I continued, "Elara Jones, don't you think it's fitting?" "Hmm, but I don't think Ariana would want to add your surname," my wolf teased, and I felt like it rolled its eyes, though metaphorically.

“It’s kind of a miracle, I guess.” “Is that the wolf’s name? Mir-cle?” Elva asked. “Uuh…” I thought back. I couldn’t remember ever giving or receiving a name from my wolf. She didn’t talk much, relying more on instincts to tell me how she felt. She seemed pleased now, at the name. Miracle, then. A fine name for a miracle of a wolf. “Yes,” I said. “Miracle.” Elva smiled wide and rushed in for a hug. “Hi, Miracle!” she said.

Draco said. "I'm here," said an elf who burst out of the crowd. She was such a beautiful woman with long, wavy, orange shoulder-length hair and skin as pale as snow. Her eyes were lavender, and her face looked very charming. However, the stern look of a leader was clearly visible on his face. "I need your help," Draco said. “What can I do for you, Dragon Prince? Elisa will be at your disposal,” replied the female elf leader respectfully and resolutely.

“You’re still here? “You never told me what you are.” “Fine, if I tell you, will you go away and leave me alone?” I nod my head. “My name is Elida, though here, I am known as Elle.” She glances at the few people sat in the shop and steps towards me. “I am a Fae.”

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.

The Elf thief smiled. "You should go now, let the night don't befall you" said the Elf thief who turned her back to go away "Wait. What is your name" Pradai inquired. "Iliya. My name is Iliya." She answered, and ran away. "Hmm rude. She didn't even ask me my name" Pradai commented, running away too. But Iliya wasn't gone, she stood there and watched Pradai fade away. She touched her chest, smiling