Beautiful Fantasy Names Novels & Stories

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.

She took that chance and walked outside looking like she's not done with what she's doing yet. sera wanted to laugh at the child's imagination, so she said to her, trying to take it as far as she could, and what spell she might be doing now then? Are you hiding something? Or is she like a witch in the Snow White story? Or like the witch in Rapunzel's story? Or is it similar to Jafar in the story of Aladdin? The little girl looked at sera in amazement and said, "What is Snow White?" And who is this Rapunzel? Who is Jafar and who is Aladdin? Are they people from outside the island? Their names are very strange, but very beautiful at the same time.

She was glowing and her wings were leaving dusts of light, that’s why it was not hard to see her even with her tiny form. “What’s your name, Ms. Fairy?” I asked her in the middle of our run. “My name is Fafaniya. A garden fairy.” she introduced using her cute voice. “I am Amara Fairoza. I am grateful to meet a garden fairy like you, Fafaniya.” “The pleasure is mine, Amara.”

Kirei’s brow creased as she tried to absorb this information. “No, not really, it was just when I looked up their names they were women who were quite known. There was the Dark Witch who came from the Westershire coven, The Enchantress of the elven forest, there was also the Holy Maiden, and The Sorceress of the twin tower of Gulas to name a few.” Those were the names that she could not forget as they were all well-known magic users even in the east. “But those names were quite renowned, my lady,” Kirei was now breathing harder than normal.

She lifted her lashes of hope to peer at others for support but they averted their gaze. Ginny stretched her lips in a smile at Aura but just then, "You can name your daughter Medusa, says Brian on the mind link. Or better keep her in the Greek myth and think of a name that will suit our daughter. If you can't do either of the two then just keep your mouth sealed tight." Alpha Damien narrated every word Brian uttered on their psychological link, coming to Aura's defense The name was no good. It sounded evil and belonged to an evil characteristic in the Greek myth. Aura was never going to agree, Damien neither. Their daughter resembled an angel thus she deserved to be named after an angel.

“We are dragon fairies. Simply put, we are the blood cells of the dragon whose blood was used to forge this Katana. We always remained together as the blade of the Katana because until now we had never come in contact with such tremendous mana as was in your blood. That brought us to our free states again and gave us these forms, which happens rarely with a dragon’s blood.” He looked like the most intelligent of them all because among the seven of them, only he looked a little less like a beast to me. “What is your name?” I asked. “Red,” he said. The three female fairies immediately snapped. “I am Red!” “No me!” “It’s me!” “Come on, you three. All of us are Red combined. She gave us one name

Ezekiel and Sebastien went back to their places and prepared to lay down. “They’re here now,” Celeste quickly said, excited to finally hear her grandmother’s story, “can you now tell us the story?” Petra nodded and started to comb their hair. “What is it about?” Desmond asked. “It’s about the creatures older than blood drinkers, the ones who roamed the lands longer than the wolves of the merciful falls, the ones who cannot be seen by our eyes.” Everyone was quiet as they listened to Petra’s voice. “They go by many names,” she paused, “some call them the Sidhe, the Tuatha de Danaan, or the Fae folk.” The children listened curiously, basked on their grandmother’s storytelling. “But in our land

To Varca, she looked like Medusa. "Pegasus...what a nice name..." Varca says, "I want to have a name like yours by my side, Pegasus. Come, join me." He offers her, to which she smirks and replies, "I'd rather write my name in heaven than use my spells for you, Varca." (A/n: You all know witches are from hell, right?)

Asher introduced me as his mate and future Queen, which made my often silent Ruby puff out her chest with pleasure. Each she-Dragon introduced themselves as Gærriðla, the designer; Óðinn, in charge of procuring materials and would be the main seamstress; and Sigríðr, who would be measuring and creating patterns. For ease, they said I could call them Gabriella, Diane and Samantha, explaining that each Dragon had two names. One would be a more typical human name from the area they lived in, and the other was their Dragonese name, which was the same as their Dragon. I made a mental note to use their Dragonese names since it seemed disrespectful otherwise.

Her best friend, however, seemed quite open-minded and whispered, “Don’t be so pessimistic. You’re a gorgeous beauty! So you’re definitely not a loser. Besides, you won the lottery at birth with your big Lunafreyas…” “That guy is pretty strong, and he might be handsome. As long as you surrender today, you might actually seduce him with your beauty. You can have him at your beck and call.” She wasn’t speaking telepathically, having already sealed away her powers. Hearing this, Alex was quite stunned. ‘Is Lunafreya not her actual name?’ ‘It’s…’ ‘Using the moon to describe her chest…?’ ‘Luna… Freya… A woman with two full moons?’