Fantasy Male Character Names Novels & Stories

I move to this male quickly, grabbing him by his shirt lifting him into the air. "Who are you?!" My words come out through clenched teeth. "The name is BJ or Blake Jr. Nice to meet you too father, now where's my mate?" He let out a low growl glaring down at me.

She didn't even mind when someone slipped the mask back over her eyes. She must have drifted off for a minute because she was a little disoriented when Jen again knocked into her with her shoulder. Or maybe it was the two gods standing in front of them. "Meet Dante and Ares." They were tall, both tan, and so muscular they looked as though they could compete in some sort of weight lifting competition. They stood with their hands cupped over their groins, not as though they were ashamed of their nakedness, but as if they were building anticipation, like a burlesque performer with her fans.

“It’s all right. I have my own princess, too. We should look for your mom now. She must have gotten lost in this place, too. We might have to rescue her.” Charlotte nodded and took his hand, but the man hoisted her up on his arm. She giggled as she enjoyed the ride. “Mommy said princes are not real anymore, but you really look like one. My name is Charlotte. What’s yours, Your Highness?” “…my friends call me Gryphon, yeah, like the mythical creature.” He sighed as he walked the hall. Looking over his shoulder, he spoke to the woman behind him, “Mom, you should just head back home for now. It might take me a while before finding her mother. I’ll just call someone if I needed a ride.”

"It's not every day I meet a lad with such a tasty name. And what would your friends be called, Mutton Chop and Squab Gendry scowled down from his saddle. "Why should I tell you my name? I haven't heard yours "Well, as to that, I'm Tom of Sevenstreams, but Tom Sevenstrings is what they call me, or Tom o' Sevens. This great lout with the brown teeth is Lem, short for Lemoncloak. It's yellow, you see, and Lem's a sour sort. And young fellow me lad over there is Anguy, or Archer as we like to call him

I still don’t know their names, though. This continued on for what felt like weeks while I gained back my health. I’m also starting to be more open and friendly to them. Of course, I only speak when I think it’s not awkward. Honestly, I don’t trust myself with speaking. I also learned that the angel man’s name is Aziel and the young man’s name is Jayce. Also, I’m currently in a kingdom named Megaira and we’re close to its borders. They lent me some of their clothes and I made some adjustments. As I tie my hair with a ribbon, Jungkook was staring at me oddly. They wanted to buy me a dress with which I refused until I heard Jungkook’s reasoning.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.

His voice jarred me from my thoughts as he patted my back. I rolled my eyes at him and turned to face him. I hadn't told him about sneaking our men into Alpha Maseno's kingdom, so how did he know? That was a question for another day. I had picked something in his sentence too, so I asked, "Since when did you grow close to that son of a demon?" He furrowed his brows at me, crossed his hands on his chest, and asked, "What do you mean?" "I mean." I walked to the couch, sat, and continued, "You just referred to that demon by his name. No alpha, no title. Are you perhaps close to him? Should I be worried?" I asked him.

Dilo growled, her words raspier than usual from the shock still coursing through her. “That was something I had yet to share with anyone,” Rex sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Dilo’s. “Not the way I wanted anyone to find out, but what Smarluuten says is true, while in my realm, I was soul bonded with a dragon. His name was Fafnir.” “You share blood with the son of the eldest?” Smarluuten breathed, his small eyes widening, one of his hands trembling slightly. “We must pay homage to the high bloods. I will make all arrangements.”

A couple of minutes pass before a voice calls out, “Next! Who’s next?!” “It is Hera of the Liddicoat Kingdom,” I answer. “You plan to become a citizen here?” A young man asks with suspicion in his eyes. “Tired of all the vampires there?” “Yes,” I answer. “And maybe,” I add. “What kind of spell do you use?” “Mostly elemental spells. Potions.” “How about combat?” “Not much.”