Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

My clothes were tattered and filthy. I knew my blonde hair was likely full of dirt and mud, it was stuck to my neck and it was damp. I was sure I looked like a crazy person. “My name is Valerie, and you are welcome to stay with my pack for as long as you need, what is your name pup,” she asked. I smiled, “Ellie, I’m Ellie.” She smiled back at me, as did her pups, introducing themselves as Molly and Greg. I guessed them to be twins, and about ten. Multiples were very common among shapeshifters.

I nodded slowly. "Let's start with the self-introduction first. My name is Almira. I'm just a normal bread factory worker. At least that's my identity in this country." She showed a thin smile. Then snapped her fingers. My eyeballs almost came out. In an instant, her appearance changed. Her brown hair color decaying to golden yellow. Similarly, her brown skin suddenly became very pale. I was stunned when I saw pointed ears that longed almost 30 cm. "But my real name is Elywien-Kri, a former scout of the West Elvian Kingdom." A knotted thin smile on her lips. As if to say a lot of meaning, but I had no ideas.

She demanded with her voice sweet as nectar but strong as an old tree. "We have a feeling that she is what Mydia told us about, my Queen. We found her in the form of an animal but later she morphed into the female she now is." She explained and the Queen nodded. She stood up from her seat and with utter grace walked in front of me. "I am Sylva, the Queen of the Elves." She introduced herself. "Who are you and what are you doing on our lands?" She asked, her tone nothing but polite. "My name is Seraphina. I came from the kingdom of werewolves, Zyrenia. I am here to ask you for a favor, Elf Queen." I answered.

I try to be still, and hope he doesn't notice my beating heart or my droopy eyelids. He doesn't. He steps back with a grunt. 'Go on, elf'. For some stupid reason, I blurt, 'It's Saelyna'. He turns sharply at that. 'What did you say, elf?' he snarls, eyes glinting. Right. He's a moose-genn. I definitely should have kept shut. 'A slip, that's all. I apologize', I say quickly and take steps backward. He grinds his jaws and gets back to searching the workers.

I chuckle "Don't be Silly Ky, Selena is our mate." and I left the lady there. SELENA HEMSWORTH'S POV. The day continued and nothing else lewd happened that day. As time passes by, I am starting to catch these emotional mixed signals. It is something that even the Alpha Inhibitor cannot control. I know that my wolf- Elena. I named her that since she doesn't have a name yet and I just also recently found out about her existence. My wolf Elena is a little bit horny and outgoing one, a total opposite of me.

She asked Lark and he nodded. “Yes, please help her. She is giving birth to my son, the future prince. She will be your queen,” Lark said sternly. The elf woman nodded and asked me to move so she could take over. Obliging, I stood off to the side and watched the scene unfolding before me. “What is your name?” I asked the elf midwife and she glanced at me and said, “Calla, your highness.” “What a lovely name,” I smiled and she thanked me.

"Right that is very worrying indeed especially since you haven't been able to learn to control it, your Mum should have brought you sooner to me, especially since we don't know what your wolf half will do to affect it." "Well my wolf form is a little different too." "So your elf side is affecting your wolf form." I nod to him. "Would it be ok if I see your wolf." "She is called Tilly, and she will be more than happy to get to come out again." I smile at him.

My wolf says again, and I answer her. “Yes, it’s me. It’s Elizabeth.” “Hello, Elizabeth,” Her voice is as warm as the morning sun, and the pleasure that the realization that my wolf was speaking to me brings is incomparable, “I am Altre. I am your wolf.” “You have a name?” I ask her, forgetting about everything around me, the cliff, the wolves, the rushing Genecy, “I wasn't aware that wolves had their own names.”

“What was her name? Your sister?” “Elfleda. It means ‘Elf beauty’. It suited her. She had amber eyes, dark brown hair, the brightest smile and such a loving nature. She was always willing to see the best in people.” Astrid nodded again. She leaned across him for a moment and handed him a glass of water. Sigwulf quickly drank the water and placed the glass back on the side table then turned to face Astrid directly. “Sorry I went all crazy on you downstairs. But when I saw Fulton, and saw him talking to you, I just...”

In a second, the strange words I'd overheard were forgotten. Tiny paw. Princess. Little jewel. Brat. Dearheart. The Alpha’s little girl. Everyone called me different things, but my name was Iris Graupelfyr. I loved my Mama, and my Papa. And my brothers, even though they were a pain. I was the youngest daughter in our Pack, and today was my birthday!