Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

"ROARRRRR! The silver lion finally collapsed with one punch from Long Chen. Long Chen immediately put the elf woman down without a second thought, lying on the ground with his breath caught in his throat. Meeting this elf woman really made him very troubled. Not to mention the slap the woman gave him, just thinking about it gave Long Chen a real headache. "Te... thank you for helping me." The woman said with an embarrassed face. "Ha? You're an elf, right? Why are you being so shy? Don't tease me too much!" Long Chen who really couldn't bear to see the elf woman stood up and approached the corpse of the fire lion. The elf woman hesitated a little but the moment she thought of someone, her fac

All told he was a mess of an ancient elf, dumped on the midden after the Council had used him for years. “You old charmer,” Horann had smiled at the elf. “What are you called?” “Jenaris,”the old elf had said. “Your name?” “Sentara,” Horann lied with ease. There was no need for the Council to know they had visited the place and the scholars and tutors they had been assigned to would have been disappointed at best, downright angry at worst. “Sentara,” the old man repeated. “A beautiful name for a beautiful elf. I have to admit, your looks are unique, especially your eyes,” Jenaris had said.

Elaine gave Andrew a look, “Isn’t that right, Andrew?” The boy grumbled and resheathed his sword. Elaine wasn’t good with people, but she felt that this strange girl with a beast of fire was someone she could understand. “My name is Elaine, and that idiot is Andrew.” The boy grunted behind her as she continued, “Are you Naomi?” The young lady seemed to blink, stirred by the reality that someone knew her name. “How do you know my name?”

It probably felt nice to have someone look out for her. I had left a good impression, Gwen felt she was being protected by me. It was the first time we had ever held hands. We got to another door, the inn's main entrance. An elf with short stubby legs walked up to us carrying shots of clear wine on a tray. He was probably from the north mountain, a place called "Creek." It was a dwelling of elves. They had been brought to the inn for the aesthetic. Elf waiters made red moon inn unique.

The ears of the beautiful girl Cecil in front of my eyes have a distinctive shape. If you are familiar with fantasy stories, yes. Those are sharply pointed ears. She is an elf. Apparently, the elves in this world seem a little different from the elves I know, but the basics remain the same. Everyone has a beautiful appearance, sharp ears and long life. I was born here like the usual babies, and am now 19 years old. Compared to human beings, I think I have a greater physical ability and a more convenient body. In Algarde, Humans, Spirits, Demons, and others species live beside us. Each has an independent state, in which some cooperate and some are in hostile relationships.

"But how---?" "Even though I am not Ely’s mate, ever since I was a kid, I already loved her. I have loved her since I was eight years old. I vowed my love to her even though she promised nothing to me. And even though I knew I would eventually find my mate, my brain and heart preferred Ely, even if Rulfie doesn't agree." "Who's Rulfie?" I just looked at her again while she was looking straight at nothingness. "My wolf's name," she replied. I just nodded. Actually, my wolf also has a name. I have a second name because it's hers. "You haven't named yours?" Why, this child can read minds.

She paced around the baby and the wolf, gently sniffing and circling. “What happened?” she asked in wolf tongue. “Where did you come from?” The gray wolf paced, then sat, its tail flicking. It sounded like a soft whine—her voice, perhaps. Rina sat, still in wolf form, and waited. Some time passed. Finally, the gray wolf glanced at the baby, then looked back at Rina and spoke. “My name is Elara,” the wolf’s thoughts came through to Rina. “This is my sister, Mira. Our pack… we fled.”

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.

Her gaze from dark green eyes like leaves of spring oak, hypnotized the boy. “I'm Pmyrie”. “Just Pmyrie?” he had the courage to ask her. “Just Pmyrie. We elves have only one name. And once chosen, no one in our family is allowed to bear it anymore.” The boy said nothing. “I read about you people and I know you have more names to identify yourselves. We differ from each other in what we do.” As Alexander said nothing more, Elizabeth intervened. “My name’s Elizabeth. I'm almost ten years old. And he's Alexander ... he's 11 years old.”

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.