Dark Fantasy Female Names Novels & Stories

"And you two were trying to make more? You already have your hands full. Here let me help you." By the end of the morning, we have them all categorized and named. Phaera, Jana, Azar, Aalia, Kaien, Eedana, Nova, and Nox. All of them are children of the stars and not a matching set of abilities between them. Phaedra is a universal dragon, or so we think, and Kaien is a mixture of starfire and earth--like a comet. Jana is a sun dragon, so we named her for her grandmother and Eedana is another plasma dragon like her cousin Ursa. Aalia is our little phoenix.

I looked in and saw her knees pulled up to her chest with arms around them, holding on tightly. “My name is Kalen Zyla Anderson. I’m Dark Moon’s Alpha heir and will be the first female Alpha of our pack. My Beta and Gamma will be Matteo and Ava respectively. My wolf’s name is Nika, and we are Vessels, chosen by Selene herself. My mate’s name is Maddox Stark. His wolf’s name is Neo and knows why we are in this cell even if Maddox doesn’t. I’m eighteen. No, sixteen. No, seventeen. I’m seventeen but already knew who my mate is because of… Why can’t I remember?”

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

“ A-alpha, are you sure? “ The werewolf with blowout taper stuttered. Adrian nodded. The werewolves feel into a deep thought. A woman stepped forward. Tall, broad-shouldered. She had an athletic figure and a long braid that extended all the way down to her waist. It was platinum blonde. She had a prominent jawline and a scar on her cheeks. The scar only served to accentuate her beauty. “You always love collecting broken and abandoned things, Alpha.” “Only the ones worth mending and collecting” Adrian replied. “ I have no problem with it. If there's a woman that can handle the Alpha, then it's her” The woman was called Mira. A werewolf Estelle remembered well. “ True, am sure she must be quit

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

She lets out a loud chirp before climbing up the rocks to where Fara is waiting. "Does she have a name yet?" She asks. I nod. "It's Zahra." "You mean like the goddess?" "Yeah." "How did you decide to call her that?" She asks. "Well Jax and I couldn't come up with a name, all we could think of were names of people we know. Then we thought it would be cool to name her after one of the goddesses and Azazel suggested Zahra," I explain. "His dragon suggested it?" "Yeah, why?"

“It’s a popular name, and it means princess.” Tara butted in instantly. “But she’s not a princess. She doesn’t even look like a princess. She’s a devil’s daughter.” “She looks like Snow White to me,” Darcy said again, smiling at Sakura. “We can call her Snow or something.” “What? Just because she has black hair and pale skin?” Tara muttered unhappily. “She’s plain and ugly like Mommy said. So we should give her a plain and ugly name.” “Yes, we should do that,” Alaina said, nodding her head furiously.

Annabeth chuckled, raising her brow, “Why are you apologizing?” “For the lies,” I replied. “Sloane. . .” “That's not my name.” I cut her off. “My name is Namiko, I am the daughter of Luna Hyacinth of the Darkmoon pack. I am Alpha Rowan's stepdaughter and a victim of his wickedness. They took advantage of me, and that led to my escape and quest for a better life.” Annabeth looked taken aback by my confession, the smile on her face flattering for a split second.

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"