Harry Potter Elf Name Novels & Stories

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.

"I asked you... when did the elf king of Aldous, Oswin Alvingham, come to Earth?" "I-I am sorry, but I don't understand what you mean," Sean replied, trying to act like he didn't know anything. However, his stammer gave him away. He tried to show, but his voice betrayed him. It even shook terribly because Sean was perplexed and scared. He had no idea how Anderson knew Oswin's identity so well. "What is it you don't get, Mr. Sean? The question was simple." "Mr. Grey. Where did you hear all those words? The elf, Aldous, and king. They all aren't making sense."

It was as if, the profession was calling out to her. The elves are very good healers, and Lolita inherited such from the abilities of Annabel, the elf princess.

The person smiled at Witch Lily. I kept gaping at her. Her skin was so fair, nearly translucent, and she had long wavy light blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She looked pale yet still so beautiful. But what shocked me was that she had pointed ears! She was an elf! What in the world is going on.. Elves actually exist in this world?! The elf turned toward me and laughed softly, looking at my reaction. “You must be Aleena. Come, the Queen has been expecting you.” I quickly collected my mind and calmed myself down. Well, I’m a werewolf, Kyson is a Lycanthrope, and Witch Lily is a.. well.. a witch. It shouldn't surprise me that elves existed. Maybe even unicorns existed too.

The tall elf held out his hand to Venus. Venus saw this as a welcome sign and gave him her hand. He bowed and kissed the top of her hand. He finally looked up at her. "My name is Albus Constantine. I'm this years transfer knight from the Kingdom of Everglade." "You're.... from Everglade?" Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing.

He has not seen many though. "What's wrong with being a goblin? I mean I'm a wolf demon who almost looks like a human except for the ears and well, my tail." The elf had finally put down her bow, taking her arrow back at its place. She looks at him and he didn't expect it but she smiled at him, sweetly that her eyes weren't seen no more. "My name is Selena from Elovia," she introduced herself. They were now seated beside each other on the grass, watching the moon. It made him wonder how such elf could trust him so quickly. But it is not like he has some bad intentions, it's just that when he looks at her, she looks innocent enough.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

said one of the elves wearing headbands. Lillian didn't argue, to be honest, her hands were sore and she needed rest. The girl sat on a rock, watching the Elves work while her hands cupped the medicine bowl. A question flashed through her mind, something that had made her grimace, and was somewhat hesitant about associating with the female Elves. "By the way, why do you call me Madame? I'm not a respectable person." "You are, Mr. Wiggy's wife," replied Elf who was collecting mushrooms casually.

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.”

The short elf smirked at her when their eyes met. “Who are you?” Malaika averted her mind from the bubble, and it immediately broke. The moose fell on the snowy ground. One lanky elf emerged from behind. He had long golden hair, and his skin was fair. He wore a black fur coat while holding a dagger in one hand, and he had a scar near his monolid eyes. “The Escape who defrosts the Lake Fryst. We met at last!” said the lanky elf. “Fashi…” Frode clenched his fist.