Harry Potter Elf Name Novels & Stories

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.

I held one hand to my tummy, knowing I was nursing a baby inside me. “Yes, we are…” Mum trailed out looking for what name to call the elf. “Riddick. Mr Riddick,” the elf introduced himself. “Ah, Mr Riddick,” She said. “We are surprised by what we see,” she replied him. “Do you mind telling us all about this world of yours? We don’t understand any of what we are seeing,” I let out. An instant ago, if anyone had told me that fairies or elves existed, I would have rolled my eyes, hissed loudly and scowled at them for their blatant lie.

It would be bad to displease them. These were my thoughts as I stood outside the school he attended, like a love-stricken puppy. I wore a peach summer dress, contrary to what vampires would usually wear but who cared? I’ve always been a sucker for bright colors. And we were in the Elven Kingdom, not the Kingdom of darkness and Zoraidas… “Hey,” I looked back at who called me, only to see a good-looking Elf smiling and flashing me his set of whites. His hair was like Gerald’s in the Witchers, long to the bridge of his shoulders, a black and gold shade mixed together.

His aura flared, faint embers licking the air around him. The elf scoffed. “Who the hell are you?” Scott’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Why don’t you come closer and find out? I’ve got my name carved into my fist.” The boy’s companion stiffened. “That’s Scott Thane—he is the son of one of the members of the High Council.” Scott tilted his head. “Nice to know my reputation’s still good.” “You think I’m scared of you?” the elf spat. His mana flared green again, vines writhing up his arms.

Only a great witch or wizard could get it right, and finding a witch or wizard these days is quite difficult as well. She mentioned Elaine as the name of the witch that gave her the potions. If I’m not mistaken, I think she is referring to the great white witch, Elaine Mondrian. She is from a long line of wishes and to the best of my knowledge, they have never used their powers to harm anyone. She is one of the pitches I sought out in the forest close to the king's courtyard, but I couldn’t find anyone of them there. Instead, I met with an impostor who made me poison my own people. But why is she helping these clowns to hurt the chosen one, why did they even leave their last location, have e

In the castle of YURI'S family, AHMET and YURI entre the great hall they founded his grandma in her seat waiting for the guests, it's an old blind dark elf with white eyes. The HEX asked Ahmet with a gentle old voice "approach young man" AHMET approached and kissed the hand of the old elf. Ahmet presented himself to her "I'm Ahmet and im so honored to meet the hex of the elves." The HEX smiled and told him "you so polite, you will have a great future."

I smirked and nodded at Megumi's mom, "Sure, I'd love that." "What?! Why?" Gumi protested when her mom smacks her back and said, "Why are you so rude? Come in, Come in... ah what's your name, dear?" "Henry... Henry Hyun Lee." I answered politely as I came inside. Megumi rushed inside as she immediately clean the room hiding her mess by the couch. I laughed softly at the sight of this. Megumi

He asks looking over at me, I look around the room for any help to think of an last name and saw a lamp. "Bright, Freya Bright" I smile looking up at him hoping he'd buy the fake name, which he does smiling writing the name down. I didn't want to get on the bad side of him so I end up signing the birth certificate with a signature for Freya Richards, a second fake name, how many fake names am I gonna have to make and keep up with?

What sort of magic is she using? "We can't use her name, Papa, because whenever her name is mentioned, you become dazed," I said worriedly, and he nodded. "That's a problem. Then what should we do?" Papa asked. "Give her a different name? Like Lily or Daisy, so we don't face this issue?” "Nah," I dismissed the idea. "It would be troublesome if we forgot the name.” “Then?” Papa frowned. I thought for a while and suddenly recalled my favourite fantasy series, ‘Harry Potter’. "How about we refer to her only as 'the she-wolf who must not be named' to reduce her psychological hold?”

The elf said a little embarrassed. "I'm sure I have some spares in the back that will fit you though." She then said as she went off to find them. Xolvion took a good look around before she came back, noticing that no one else was here and that the door was locked. "So, may you tell me your name?" He asked smiling at her. The elf also smiled as she placed the clothing down onto the chair next to them. "Oh yes, silly me. My name is Phelorna. What is yours?"