Seven Dwarfs Names Novels & Stories

She asked again. "No you don't," Kira answered laughing, "Storm has met her though. She is a dwarf." Gwen paused to stare at Kira, her facial expression no doubt showed how shocked she was. "Do dwarfs exist? I mean they are real?" "Yeah since our father was the King who ruled over the dwarfs and elves. Eve and the others are the last survivors of the last war." "There are more than one?" She asks to be sure she heard right. "Yes," Kira said with a smile. "Don't worry you will meet them soon."

I gave a false name and took my wizard robes off to blend into the general dwarvish community before I entered so I could remain anonymous. I left the inn from the back entrance three hours before sunrise just to ensure nobody saw me. I had a long journey ahead of me and the only place for me to go now was south. I had to make my way through the major dwarf cities to reach the human and orc territories. But that was the next best place to find the knowledge I needed. The humans have the most well-known wizards, sorcerers, and warlocks of all the races. They were also the only race that managed to stay in concentrated communities besides the elves and dwarves. Half-lings were forest dwellers

At night at the bar, people filled the tables and seats to the point that it was packed. Matthew, Rain, Potolo, Bartolo and Mala were sitting on the second floor at a table with another two short but stout figures. They were dwarves clad in business attire. (Why did we wait until night to meet these guys?) Matthew thought but didn’t voice it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Sky.” One of the dwarves extended a hand to Rain.

I tuned out Freya’s scathing reply as I looked out the window. Dwarf territories are always ruled by clans, and clans are always based on a specific saint. Oh, I don’t mean saints based on religion (most dwarfs are atheist). In dwarf culture, saints are dwarfs who existed in the golden period of Oren who were recognized by their fellows as the best of the best, in whatever trade or craft they specialized in. In a meritocratic society like theirs, this was the considered the highest honor—and the most noble challenge any self-respecting dwarf would take on.

Apple pointed at Drex with a trembling hand. “He isn't terrifying at all! Don't you think he’s handsome?” I teased. Apple looked Drex up and down, from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail. “He’s handsome, sure, but those ears and that thing on his back? Very weird!” “It’s a tail! So your name is Apple, huh? I'm Drex!” He reached out a hand, but Apple only wanted to know about the fierce, sharp-toothed wolf from the day before. After a brief debate and Drex’s unanswered questions about what the dwarves were digging for, Apple simply gave an unfriendly huff.

"Hobbit is one of the 7 dwarves?" Mr. Anton asks laughing and Oliver must be about to pass himself off laughing so hard. "No... it's... from the movie Lord of the Rings," Oliver says between laughs. "Yeah..." Mr. Anton says and starts laughing. "I may not be a giant, but I'm pretty! You're a mess, Oliver." I say angrily, sitting down on the bench. "Easy, little one..." He says laughing and I'm grateful when I see that we've just arrived at the airport.

He was a dwarf—a really buff one. “We have come to the right place, Ariana.” Sigil whispered slightly, moving forward and I followed him. He added almost inaudibly. “I don’t think you know this but dwarves are known to be greatly skilled at forgery. They are the very best too.” “Hm.” I hummed but said nothing in response. “So which of you needs my service?” Nero, the dwarf, sharply asked the moment we halted a few feet before him. He folded his arms, and stared warily at Sigil and me. His eyes flickering back and forth.

I asked as I went near them, “I’m Nowo, by the way. It’s nice...to, um, meet you all.” The dwarves’ leader cleared his throat and said, “You might want to follow us.” He offered. Our eyebrows creased together, and then we started looking at each other. “You don’t trust me?” The dwarf asked us, his gaze piercing but curious. “No, it’s just that-”

He smiled and said to the dwarf wax gourd, "Your Excellency is the legendary Tall and Handsome Guy Sai Pan'an (more handsome than Pan'an. Pan'an was one of the handsome men in ancient China), the first good-looking man, like a pear blossom being more beautiful than crabapple, Senior Brother Elegant Wang in the inner core, right? I am your younger brother Ding Hao. Sorry, I don't recognize you!" "Er? The first handsome man?... Uh, of course, it's me. Wow, haw!" Brother Wax Gourd was slightly astonished and accepted the nickname without hesitation. His anger soon dissipated, and his flushed face turned red. "Boy, you are very sensible. Good, good. It seems that my fine reputation is well-known

It was obvious that confrontation was a specialty of his. "Because you are a hair taller than everyone else so you can walk a little deeper…and because I don't like you!" The red cap dwarf answered. The other dwarves jeered at the complainer. He quickly separated from the group along with a mousy-looking gnome in a light brown cap. The two gathered nets from their supplies and trudged into the water. The gnomes on land set up a makeshift camp complete with a fire and stools pulled from their packs. For mostly living underground, they were well equipped for life above the surface.