What Is Your Elf Names Novels & Stories

Her gaze from dark green eyes like leaves of spring oak, hypnotized the boy. “I'm Pmyrie”. “Just Pmyrie?” he had the courage to ask her. “Just Pmyrie. We elves have only one name. And once chosen, no one in our family is allowed to bear it anymore.” The boy said nothing. “I read about you people and I know you have more names to identify yourselves. We differ from each other in what we do.” As Alexander said nothing more, Elizabeth intervened. “My name’s Elizabeth. I'm almost ten years old. And he's Alexander ... he's 11 years old.”

Get the elf to contact your coven now, and you’re free as a bird if you'll tell me where my mate is. “See?” She ground her teeth, knowing she was between a rock and a hard place. Of course, a voice whispered in the back of her head. It wasn’t the first time. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time today. And with her luck, it wouldn’t be the last. "Christ." She turned her attention to the wary elf. "Hmp, elf, I need a favour." "My name is Elfy, milady!" "Woah! Really? That's ridiculous."

She assured me before leaving the room, leaving the elderly woman and me alone in the room. "What is your name?” I asked, realizing that I didn't even know her name. “Oh, you can call me Elphaba, although people call me EL," She said, with a smile. “Okay, I prefer to call you El. It's more elegant, and it suits you well,” I said, and she burst into a round of laughter, making me confused. “People call me that to mock me, but I think you have a different motive," She said, after laughing. I could hear some pain behind her laughter.

Rhychard barely heard his own question. The wounded creature had another coughing fit, blood pooling around his body, streaming down into the dirty alley. When he finished, he said, "I am an elf of the Seelie, a Sidhe Warrior of the Way." He had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "My name is Jamairlo." "An elf? But," he took a deep breath, "there aren't such things as elves."

"We swear to serve our people to the end of our days. To put their needs above our own. To protect, defend, and honor those under our rule. We swear to do no harm, To use our magic only for their good, never our personal gain. And to be the strength they can always depend on through every triumph and despair." The room leapt to their feet, roaring with cheers. The vows rocketed through the palace and into the streets, on the tongue of every elf. Raegan placed new, identical crowns on Eden's head then Violet's. Two obsidian, jagged circlets. Violet carefully reached up to touch hers, letting the cool stone drive home her new reality. The cheers continued, flooding her ears.

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"

Zan's expectant look caused the elf to relax even though he was still pinned to the ground by heavy stone. "There were four humans, but the one I think you would be most interested had dark flowing hair, gorgeous starlit eyes and the face of an angel. Hmm, what was her name?" The elf gave a sly smile. "He is messing with us now." Gandr twisted his hand and the rocks tightened around the elf's body. "Ouch! Ok, ok! It was the human Empress, Aurora." The elf writhed in pain. "And the other three humans?" Zan pressed.

She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body. “You can call me Jane.” “Jane?” What a weird name for an elf. “Would you prefer Mother Jane then?” She smiled and stuck out her tongue in a playful manner. This person just keeps giving me some strange vibes. My gut tells me I should get out of here as soon as possible. “What are they teaching you at the village nowadays? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” “I’m A-agafya…” The elf got closer to me and inclined her body a little to look directly into my eyes. Her friendly demeanor and imposing aura were making me self-conscious.

"Yes sir?" “Deliver this letter to Lillian….” The elf scratched his head. "Lillian?" Wiggy sighed in frustration. "Miss Lilly!" The Elf's face immediately lit up. That was the expression the Elves always had whenever Lillian's name was mentioned. “Miss Lilly! All right, sir, don't worry. I will carry out this task quickly and swiftly. I'll go straight home, don't chat with me just Mrs. Lilly, or listening to Mrs. Lilly's tales, or eating Mrs. Lilly's super delicious eclairs, or ..."

the boy finally said, and Sidastir was pleased he rose from his seat to end the conversation. "I'll send a messenger to your family immediately. A servant can show the way to your bed-chamber when you feel like it," he said, noticing that the boy was examining him. "What?" "Do you even know my name?" asked the boy, and Sidastir started to sweat. He did not have a clue. The name was never something that stuck. Why bother to memorize their names when they would die within the next few years. The attitude is the result of being an elf who usually lives a thousand years while other races only live a hundred.