Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

yells Accalia as they all dog pile me. I hear Aspen laughing in the distance as he watches me play with my siblings. I know he misses his younger sister, Ada, and frankly so do I. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen her. Terra is enjoying this time with the pups just as much as I am. I know she can’t wait to have some of her own. ‘Terra would our kids be called hatchlings or pups? Or kids because they’d be part elf if we mate with Aspen.’ ‘I’m not sure, they would be a tribrid for sure. I would think it doesn’t matter what we decide to call our children,’ she replies. I can feel the happiness rolling off her when I mention having kids. I definitely want children one day, but not anytime soon.

The Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

She said, "Oh, we have a smart-mouthed dog then. Tell me what is your name child." I retorted, "My name is Kennedi." I know I wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers but she felt trustworthy. I didn’t know why at that moment but I gave into the feeling. She said, "Kennedi, hm?" I repeated, "Yes, my name is Kennedi." She had a lightbulb moment. It literally looked as if a lightbulb went off in her head. She said, "I'm happy to finally meet you, Kennedi. My name is Evern. I'm the current Elf Queen."

Matt said with black eyes as the man pulled him off the bloody Vampire moaning on the floor. "I think you showed him that wasn't going to be allowed ever again. What is your name, boy?" "Matt!" My brother puffed his chest at the man. "A protector with a good noble name. And you." He looked at my other brother. "Ivan." "Ivan the great. My name is Alfi. I'm a leader of the elves here, and we like to try and keep the peace. Let me buy you all a drink as an apology." He looked to me and my eyes smiled at him. He had light purple eyes and pointy ears. He was handsome and I could tell he was kind.

she said and just scrolled through her phone instead but as she was doing so, the mother wolf moved closer to her and so did the pups who just continued feeding while the mother looked at Elora, panting heavily because it mustn't have been an easy journey carrying all her pups with her to this place. " Being a mom is tough right?" Elora said as he stroked the mother's fur. The wolf just lay her head on Elora's thigh and closed its eyes. " I'll take that as a yes," Elora said and then proceeded to name all of the pups. " And what do I call you? How about... Athena because you're really so beautiful. Look at how white your fur is..." She said and then the wolf opened its eyes and she could've

She still hadn't sat on her throne, but as Violet gazed at her reflection in the mirror she was starting to feel like it was time. She was in a white gown made by Basharr—the skilled artisans at Darrow's Tailor Shop had crafted it for her—so it rose above her knees but panels of red, silver, blue, white, and green streamed from her shoulders, wrapped around her chest, and fell loose at her waist, leaving the light fabric to billow in the wind. Another symbol of the healing between the elves.

All with good reason, of course! Pia Náre That’s what my father called me growing up. It means little flame, which I suppose was a pretty apt nickname. So here I am. Eden Nestoriel. The Nowhere Elf. Neither a wood elf nor a high elf, just somewhere in between! Eventually, I reach my destination at the village’s edge and enthusiastically knock on the small cottage door. “Come in, Eden!”

I’m ready when we take the last straps off. So, when the creature lunges at me, I’m prepared. What I’m not prepared for, is for it to beg for death. “Please, kill me.” It says. “What is your name?” The elf asks it, her voice soft, gentle, coaxing. I still don’t know her name and I don’t like it. It turns its strange head to look at her. “Graith. My name is Graith, or it was.”

Rhychard barely heard his own question. The wounded creature had another coughing fit, blood pooling around his body, streaming down into the dirty alley. When he finished, he said, "I am an elf of the Seelie, a Sidhe Warrior of the Way." He had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "My name is Jamairlo." "An elf? But," he took a deep breath, "there aren't such things as elves."

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.