Fantasy Character Names Novels & Stories

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

Another anomaly in the world of dragons. "We need names," I said around a yawn. "Although, I've already got one picked out." My three men looked at me. Identical dark eyebrows raised. "Charlotte." Their smiles were breathtaking. They nodded. "I love that idea, Cheeks. Thank you." Grumpy squeezed one of my toes. "Charlotte Elaine Ladon," Tove said. As if we'd all already known, we looked at the little girl swaddled in the purple blanket. I smiled. Nodded. "That's perfect."

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His teammates called him Barney, though never to his face unless they were on good terms. His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife.

“That’s your ‘safe point’?” The silver dragon let out a tiny belch of smoke. “You’re welcome.” “I’m confused,” Candy muttered, arms crossed. “Who are you people?” “I’m Selra,” said the white witch. “And I’m Velra,” added the black witch. “We’re the Veil-Twins,” they said in eerie unison. “I’m Pyrion,” the dragon yawned, curling into Haunter’s lap more tightly. “Dragon of the Spiral Flame. But you can just call me Pyr.”

“Hey! Those are classic!” “So who are you?” she twists her head towards mine, rolling forward in my arms. “What do you mean?” “When you watch Lord of the Rings, who do you imagine yourself to be?” Her eyes are serious. “Gandalf? Frodo? Samwise?” She puts her hands on my chest. “No, let me guess, Legolas!” “Pfft!” I scoff. “Obviously I’m Aragorn. “ “The Ranger?” “The exiled king. He has the most honor of all the characters in the series.”

When I started Book One, I would have never thought this would be the direction I’d take in Book Three, especially not when I was writing the first few chapters of my debut, but here we are. I named the female lead Sushmita after my closest friend in the sixth form (she doesn’t know yet), coupled with Alagumalai which means “beautiful mountain” and is part of the name of my favorite English teacher (she doesn’t know either). I almost chickened out and was going to use something generic, but the tale didn’t carry the spark I wanted as I began writing, so I swapped it back. If either of them ever read this, I hope… hm, what do I hope for? I hope they won’t mind and see it as me projecting them

At this time, he only had the final Boss character sheet ready, and he only had some initial concepts of what the Bosses in each zone would be like. "A powerful Archicaster with the appearance of a High Elf who is actually an undead Fairy, his powers and abilities were so high that he could statistically be compared to a god. What was he thinking of making him so strong?" after meditating for a few moments he remembered "For more pleasure of course." As he looked at the cards of the other bosses, he noticed something “His character sheets for him are not ready yet; unfortunately I will not work on these cards anymore since the game is canceled, it is a real shame. "

I say to Dalon, and he gives me a strange look. “I am trying not to judge the name, but I am struggling a bit here.” He says and I have to remind myself that not all people read fantasy like it is a lifeline. “I named him after one of my favorite book boyfriends.” I tell him and he looks horrified now. “I have to compete with fictional men now?” He asks, making me laugh harder. “My big pup is Abraxos.” I say between laughs when I can actually catch my breath. “Where do people get these names? That can’t be a name for a male character in your books.” He says.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."