Good Elf Names Male Novels & Stories

"My grandmother's sister. I never even got to meet her, and here she is, carrying that name into a whole new life." "And Thomas," Emma added gently, watching something complicated move behind her father's expression. "Your father. I know it's a lot to carry into one small name." "It's exactly enough," Richard said, his voice thick with emotion. "I think that's precisely what a name like that is supposed to do. Carry forward instead of simply being buried." Elias studied the incubators with renewed seriousness, testing the names carefully. "Eleanor and Thomas. Those are good names. Considerably better than dinosaur names, probably."

She was right, I noticed the striking resemblance immediately after I gave birth to him. His eyes are so....... pretty just like him, it always reminded me of his father. Have you finally decided on a name? she asked. I could see the excitement on her face and yes I had decided on a name long before I gave birth to him. “Yes, his name is Elior” immediately he let out a piercing cry, as he agreed with the name. I was so glad that his wolf accepted the name. The cry was an indication and I could see him visibly glowing as he continued to whimper.

“That was my understanding. He said he came from a pack where the Alpha didn’t treat him well, some pack up north.” “What’s his name? I’ll ask the northern Alphas if they’ve heard of him,” Will says. “Elliot, Edgar, Elio, something like that. It was an uncommon name. My memory isn’t so good today. But like I said, he’s been a great help to me and Elena seems to really like him, which is good. He’s been helping me run warrior training in the mornings which has been a great help. He’s very strong and well trained.”

“If it’s a boy—I want to call him Elvis. Like Elvis Presley. Strong. Classic. And if it’s a girl... Elora. Soft. Elegant.” I hesitated, blinking quickly to keep the emotion from spilling out. “They’re beautiful names.” “You really think so?” I nodded. “Yeah. They’re… they’re perfect.” He grinned and lifted my hand, pressing a kiss to it like I was something sacred. Then he brought it to my belly, holding it there gently. “Our little Elvis. Or Elora,” he murmured. “God, I can’t wait to meet them.” A sharp pain sliced through my chest.

“What is your name, boy?” The child hesitated. Then: “I am called Elion. I think it means ‘the one who builds’… or maybe ‘creates.’” The the child looked at Allistair through the mirror. Allistair also looked at his eyes that seemed to pull him in and know the secrets of his heart.

It sounded like a name they might be bullied with should they ever go into the human world. The room fell silent for a moment, and I could sense my mates exchanging amused glances. Then Blue spoke up, a hint of teasing in his voice. “You know, we're impressed. We didn't think you'd come up with names that sound so… royal.” He looked down at the baby in his arms. “I believe Lijah and the others will appreciate their names.” “Of course.” Fred smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Honestly, the names are amazing. Elara, Kaius, Elijah, and Aria—they're perfect for our little ones.”

I tell her. She hesitates just a bit before saying, "His name is Ulfred. It means wolf of peace. I named him that because after all of the fighting, he waited to be born. He waited for there to be a tentative peace before making his way and even helped in his own way to motivate us. Of course, we can just call him Fred for short." "I love that name. It fits him perfectly. He is definitely a peaceful one. Even if his tail suggests a fighter." I tell her.

Draco said in a low voice. A male elf came towards the Archway. His long hair fell to his waist and was platinum gold. His ears were pointed, and his nose was also pointed. His skin was radiant white. His face was so handsome, and his eyes were blue like the color of the sky. He was tall, slim, and light. His movements were so agile that his footsteps could not be heard. A mysterious aura emitted from his body. “Welcome, Draco, yondo -o Zergenth, protector -o i wilya, i yallume rámalóce -o your nostale. Whime care- tye túl símen?” asked the elf warrior who came to greet him.

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.

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"