Devilish Names Male Novels & Stories

Ruby looked down at the ground and contemplated this for a few seconds. "What about Aleister? Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon. Dyrus means great or relentless and Aleister means fighter. Aspartheon is a derivative of Aspartheus, the dragon of war, glory, conquest, and wealth since that's what you are aiming for I assume. I provided you a name and a surname, which is your core ideal or what you seek to achieve." "Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon... Hmmm. It rolls off the tongue excellently. Rejoice, witch, you shall keep your head on your shoulder. I accept my new name." The newly baptized Aleister said grinning at her widely.

I feel like I am a stone because I am stoned. I feel so relaxed while the wind is kissing my cheek and blowing my hair. The wind is getting colder. Devon took his pentel pen inside his bag and stood up. He went to the mango tree and wrote DEVISH in capital letters. The mix of our name Devon + Irish = Devish. and I don’t know why he wrote it but it is kind of sweet. “What is that for?” I asked and he sat beside me. “For our friendship that wouldn’t last long” He answered while staring at those kindergarteners playing at the playground. One hundred steps away from us.

Porishma struggled to breathe. "I’m the only one who has Davis in my name. Ian, Vin, and not even Dhaani have his name. Ian and Vin have great-grandfather names, and Dhaani has Maa’s name, 'Porishma,' in hers. The whole world knows me as Ansh Davis Grey, and I will only ever use this name," Ansh’s words relieved Davis, but his heart was still uneasy. His inner monster was rising, wanting to tear up the entire Kingdom Gadh.

“Fine. But only slightly. Wait, can I touch it again? They’re so soft.” I didn’t have the chance to shake my head before she slipped behind me and cupped both of my boobs, giving them a firm squeeze. My jaw dropped. How long would I work here before this woman drove me crazy? ______ Diabla. That was what the name on my employee tag read. My parents had named me Angelika thinking I would be a real life angel, only for Siren to turn me into the devil’s incarnate. She thought it would be fun to give me a nickname that was the opposite of my name as soon as she worked her magic on my appearance.

the man’s voice interrupted my thoughts, dark eyes taking in every inch of me, “trust me.” I swallowed hard, folding my palms together in front of me. “27, sir.” He nodded, seemingly in approval. “I see. And what’s your name?” “El—“ A sudden thought cut the words from my mouth, as I realized that giving out my real name might normally be the wisest thing to do right now. “Yes?” The man urged on with a slight crook of his brow. “E…lordia. Yeah,” I let out a nervous chuckle, “my name’s Elordia.”

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

This whole daddy thing is scary as shit! So here I was, running my thumb over the touch screen of my iPhone, looking at the hundreds of baby names, considering them for a future Alpha, this is what I chose after a long thought; Asher Braxton Callum Ethan Maddox Malachy Orlando Reuben Spencer Theodore All strong, masculine names in my opinion… I just hope Bethany and I could set on one name for our boy; this is the name he’ll live with for the rest of his life. He deserves to not be embarrassed every time his name is said out loud.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

Chapter three The name hung in the air like a poison. Azrael. Sarai had heard many names since entering Malik’s world—gods, demons, fallen kings, forbidden spirits—but none of them made Malik’s voice sound like this. Tight. Heavy. Hunted. “Malik,” she whispered, gripping the fabric of his shirt, “who is Azrael?” He didn’t answer. Not at first. His eyes were locked on the collapsed tunnel ahead, every muscle in his body coiling like a wolf scenting the hunter that once brought him to his knees.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.