What Is Your Elf Names Novels & Stories

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.

All with good reason, of course! Pia Náre That’s what my father called me growing up. It means little flame, which I suppose was a pretty apt nickname. So here I am. Eden Nestoriel. The Nowhere Elf. Neither a wood elf nor a high elf, just somewhere in between! Eventually, I reach my destination at the village’s edge and enthusiastically knock on the small cottage door. “Come in, Eden!”

' This was the elf's thoughts as he and his party traversed the swampland. "Guys, let's change directions," said the elf as he came to a stop. Following that, the other party members stopped and faced him. "What's up, Brother Bow? You notice something?" asked one of the dwarfs in the party. The 'Brother Bow' was apparently what the party members called the elf.

After all, she had reached the Heaven Realm in just a few months because of him! “Hey Frost,” one of the elves shouted, beckoning to the young man who sat with Kahn and revealing his name. Frost, the man with patience akin to the movement of a turtle, smiled politically and said, “What is it Myron?” “Why don’t you give me your sister? She is pretty decent. Hahaha!” the tallest elf of the group licked his lips lasciviously while staring at the innocent looking girl seated next to Frost. His words revealed her identity and his character at the same time. The other elves chuckled in amusement, with only one shaking his head wryly.

he asked. "That's right, there are many gods that we worshiped in our village. They would reward those that worked hard in their jobs by granting a Job," said the same elf that had praised him before. His name was Edward Sylph. He was tall, pale-white-skinned, with long blonde hair and sharp emerald eyes, although his left eye was white, seemingly having lost vision after a former slave master slashed it with a knife. "I see… So it is something exclusive of Elves?" asked Chaos.

Giving it a name made it feel more real, more like a part of me instead of something strange that I was still trying to understand. It was Elder Harriet who first brought up the idea. “Every gift that’s ever been written down in the old records has its own name,” she told me. “Not just a title, but something people remember.” She went on to mention a few from the stories and histories—the elves had abilities tied to the wind, the humans had powers connected to light, and the seers were known for gifts that let them see far beyond ordinary sight. Each one bore a name that they were known for through the years.

With a light sigh, she replied with, “not bad, though if I have to tell people one more time; not to call me an elf, I will go crazy!” Fenryn offered a small smile, “unfortunately, you will find very few know any better. From what I understand, it was those born in human lands that gave themselves that name; but who knows?” He said softly. He paused his conversation as several men and women entered the room with a bounty of various foods. Once they excused themselves, Fenryn continued, “I only know as much as I do, because I had the pleasure to have access to my ancestor's records, as well as meeting a small clan once before.” Lynnette gave another sigh, as she nodded. “I can imagine that yo

The Elf thief smiled. "You should go now, let the night don't befall you" said the Elf thief who turned her back to go away "Wait. What is your name" Pradai inquired. "Iliya. My name is Iliya." She answered, and ran away. "Hmm rude. She didn't even ask me my name" Pradai commented, running away too. But Iliya wasn't gone, she stood there and watched Pradai fade away. She touched her chest, smiling

I try to be still, and hope he doesn't notice my beating heart or my droopy eyelids. He doesn't. He steps back with a grunt. 'Go on, elf'. For some stupid reason, I blurt, 'It's Saelyna'. He turns sharply at that. 'What did you say, elf?' he snarls, eyes glinting. Right. He's a moose-genn. I definitely should have kept shut. 'A slip, that's all. I apologize', I say quickly and take steps backward. He grinds his jaws and gets back to searching the workers.

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.