Female Elf Name Novels & Stories

The hairs on the back of my neck begin to tingle, but before I can dwell on that feeling for too long, the blue elf’s eyes clear. The blue elf clears his throat before moving his right hand up to his chest and giving me a slight bow. “My name is Ice, little Wolf Queen.” He tells me in a gentle tone, completely taking me by surprise. “My Queen, her highness, Queen Mab sends her regards.” My brows lift up high on my face at his last statement. That feeling of uneasiness and being watched increases, causing my body to stiffen in place, not going unnoticed by my mates scattered around me. Levi’s hand moves up to wrap around my hand, giving me a gentle squeeze.

At first, the group of girls were a bit stunned but then proceeded to introduce themselves. One of the group of girls was Lady Solace - an elf. You know, like a certain prince we know. She was very pretty and wearing a pretty piercing blue dress the same color as her eyes. Her long dark brown hair was simply gorgeous despite the fact that she only wore it in a side braid. She was tall and had a slim figure and unlike Ace, she was always smiling.

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.

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 then noticed the Elf watching us with a straight face. " * Clears throat* I'm sorry about that. Um... How do you know me again?" I awkwardly asked. " My name is Amber, I know your mother. She was the best elf alchemist and I was her supplier." She introduced herself. " You knew my mother?" I repeated in awe.

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.”

ANNIE Justus still isn’t back when the sun begins to sink behind the hills to the north. Most of the females ventured to the tables by the bonfire for dinner, but Griff brought a tray for Elspeth and me at the female camp. Nessa’s youngest, the sleepy curly-headed toddler, kicked a fuss when the cowbell rang that summons the pack to eat, so she’s here with us, too, picking off my plate. Her name is Efa, and for some reason, she’s as interested in me as her wolf. She’s the cutest pup I’ve ever seen with her big round eyes and delicate tan whiskers contrasting with her warm brown skin.

A feeble attempt, I had to admit. "Stop struggling, little wolf," I said. "I have a name, you know," she responded. "Stop calling me a little wolf." My lips pursed in a thin line, and my eyebrows furrowed. Come to think of it, I never knew her name since yesterday. "What is it?" I asked in genuine interest. "Elizabeth Cortex." She paused her struggling, and the anger vanished from her face again, replaced with a twinge of sadness. "But my friends call me Ellie. At least, the few I have."