Fantasy Male Character Names Novels & Stories

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.”

The boy sat on the Great Throne of the Silver Citadel, his small legs dangling over the edge of the obsidian seat. He didn't look like a conqueror, but the air around him hummed with such density that the stone floor beneath him had begun to sprout tiny, translucent mushrooms that glowed with a rhythmic pulse. His name, he told them, was Caelum.

Since then, I've been waiting for you to come back in the Tower of Delsshai,' the boy answered. There's passion and persistence in this young apprentice. 'I'll make it up to you as soon as this child gets the love and cherishing he deserves.' Galindra promised, hinting a smile. Dareen could hide the blushing of his cheeks. He turned his gladness to the young babe. 'What a lovely child. What must be his name?' The sorcerer paused to think. 'Asharo,' she announced proudly. That was not the name your father gave you. It should be Menandro, after his name, and his father before him. But that name became a reflection of perversion. And you are not a product of your wicked past.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

She chuckles and nods, “Do you have any name suggestions? Two boys, who’ll be princes, right?” He nods, “So, we need strong names. Like Leonidas… or Perseus… or Hector.” He chuckles, “You have a thing for Greek names?” She shrugs, “Leo, Percy, Heck. Okay, maybe not Hector, but still.” He chuckles then nods and thinks, then he looks at her, “Would you consider Simon or David?” She furrows her brows and looks at him,

The man's eyes were filled with warm tears, and he did not know what to say besides expressing his gratitude. "The future of heroes should not be at the cost of mortals," Caspian replied, "what's your surname?" "It's… It's Fitz," the man answered. "Then, let's name her Lovette Fitz," Caspian replied as he nodded, "Y=you can nickname her as Love. When she's fourteen, send her over to the Heavenly Stars Sect and mention my name. Consider this as a blessing for her." Caspian looked at the clueless baby, and he pondered for a moment before continuing, "My name's Casper Montgomery."

He has cards, which are the weirdest cards I've ever seen. Even though I could see it from afar, it looked like a small smoke device sheltered in a rectangular transparent glass cage that kept moving. In the books I read about the dwarves, there was mention of their king. The nameless man who reigns and manages to spread good qualities, he is also a person who can summon high-level spirits, these spirits are the purest and purest souls. As illustrated in the book, the king of Ax and his friends has ankle-length hair, noting that he loves to shirt chiton and go barefoot. He has a kinder heart than anyone alive.

He barely heard his own question. The wounded creature had another coughing fit, blood pooling around his body, streaming down into the dirty alley. When he finished, he said, "I am an elf of the Seelie, a Sidhe Warrior of the Way." He had to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "My name is Jamairlo." "An elf? But," Rhychard took a deep breath, "But there aren't such things as elves."

She was holding on to me and crying terribly. ' Who's fighting with undead skeletons then?' I questioned myself and looked back. Xavier and some other guy were fighting them. That other guy looked familiar. He had long blue hair and a very slender body. His complexion was pale white like marble. " W-Who is that guy?" I managed to utter those words with my swollen mouth. " Who?" Martina turns her face back and gets stunned. It means she was too unaware of that strange guy. " Hi, I'm Drystan. A Fallon by specie and magician by profession. Allow me to join your journey to the Elven kingdom,'' that young guy introduced himself along with his interest.

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.