Great Elf Names Novels & Stories

"Just like his mother." "What shall we name him?" Chloe asked, looking down at the infant who was now drifting back to sleep, his platinum hair glowing against her dark robes. Freya looked at Ragnar, and then at the shimmering horizon. "Elias," she said softly. "The one who brings the light." "Elias Thorne," Ragnar repeated, the name sounding like a vow.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

I ask them about the elf king, and Gavrill says he just spoke with him the other day. “I thought my grandfather was the elf king?” Haven asks. “The elves have what are known as lesser kings. They help Eluf, the true king, watch over all the elves. Think of it like the president of the US. There is the president; then there are the governors that manage the individual states.” Gavrill says. “That makes sense.” Haven replies. “Although I am still confused about why he is such a purist. Elves don’t mate outside their species often, but they also fully believe in the bond. Eluf’s mate is a witch/dragon hybrid.” Gavrill adds.

Christine did not dare to drink this tea, who knew how long it had been. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galadriel," the high elf said. "Galadriel?" Christine was shocked, because the queen of the high elves was also called Galadriel, and if it was the queen, she might not be alive today. "It's the same name," Galadriel explained. Christine nodded to indicate that she understood. But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel.

The two men shook their hands then greeted each other. Seconds later, They could be seen conversing with each other. Based on the serious expressions that were written on their faces, it looks like they were talking about something important. A few moments later, A man and 2 women with pointed ears welcomed us after calming down ourselves from the surprise we felt. First, they introduced themselves. They called themselves Encan a type of elf person. Even though they were elves, their ears weren't long like most elves that could be seen in books, movies or games. Their ears were short like humans but pointed.

"Well, there's us, vampires, witches, and elves. Though elves tend to stick to themselves. We know they're here on Earth, but no one's spotted on in years." "So who's this vampire God guy, then?" I ask. "His official title is God of Death and Immortality," she tells me. "Sounds about right," I run my hands through my tangled hair, trying to comb it out as we talked. "His official name is Thanatos. You might've heard that one in some human Greek adaptations of the Astral." "Does The Moon Goddess have a name?" "Her name is Aega."

I asked him, quite interested in their history for once. “No, they were elfs.” He was confusing me. “Plural of elf?” “Yes.” “Wait,” said Maurice, stepping in front of me. “The plural of elf is elves. Elf, elves, elven.” “Elfen,” said the shaman. “No,” insisted Maurice, “Hey!” he shouted at the roof. “Whoever’s in charge of the translating device, you got it wrong.” “Is this really that important?” I asked him. The look he gave me suggested it was.

He was dressed in a suit, I had not seen him before and he had a bored expression on his face. "I came to get some air," I said "Can I join you?" He asked "Yes. If I may ask why are you outside, are you not meant to be inside mingling with the rest" "These events are not my thing. I will rather be in the club with girls grinding" he said winking I laughed "Jerk" "What's your name beautiful?" "Eulalia" "No surname" "I rather not say" "Nice to meet you. My name is Edric" "Nice name. It suits you"

It was said that elves are the most prideful among all races, even more so than dragons. They are a race specialising in the use of magic in which every one of them had an extraordinary amount of mana that stood at the top of all races. They had a similar appearance to humans except for their long ears. It was also said that every one of them is beautiful, and perhaps such is the cause of their arrogance. That said, the worst ones are the light elves living in Alfheim, which is one of the countries in the World Tree Yggdrasil Republic, surrounding the world tree Yggdrasil.

“Your mother was named Jocelyn Margareta Moncrief de Agentieu. Your father was Robert Christopher Llewellyn ap Iowern. Jocelyn was a direct descendant of Remus and Robert of Romulus. Both passed through the lineage of the Gelert. You know the legend of the Gelert, do you not?” “Yes. She was the mother of Llewellyn’s first born and beheaded because he thought she killed the baby,” Electra said softly. “The moon goddess blessed her to watch him grow from her hilltop.” “There is more, but usually not discussed,” Imogen added. “Gelert herself was named an Elder when her wolf chose a new host. As with the other Elders, the wolf retains memories and knowledge. Because of this, Elder Wolves do not