Fantasy Male Names Novels & Stories

"It'll be a boy. Strong and stubborn just like his father." "And what would you name this hypothetical son?" I asked, amused by his confidence. "Alexander," Dante said immediately. "It means defender of men. Protector. It's perfect for an alpha's son." "You've really thought about this," I observed. "I've had a lot of time to think," he admitted. "Sitting beside your unconscious body for seven days gives you plenty of time to imagine the future." The reminder of those seven days made my chest ache. "I'm sorry I put you through that."

“Alright, I’m listening.” “For a girl, Alexandria. For a boy, Alexander.” Xander’s smile widened. “I actually don’t hate it. I really like them.” I beamed. “For a second boy, Rowen, as a nod to Devin’s Gaelic heritage. And for a second girl, Annika, after my grandmother. Middle names could be our parents’ names—Alexandria Lauren, Annika Adele, Alexander Richard, and Rowen Luhan.” Devin let out a whistle. “Shit. I love them all. I say we scrap the rest and go with Arya’s list.”

, fondling her fingers as she rested her head on his lap, " if it's a girl, I would want her to be named Grachi, but if it's a boy, I would certainly want him to be named Diego" " Grachi? Diego? Why such names?" he asked, puzzled". " Nothing much, I just like the names, especially Diego. The name gives off this aura of masculinity and gentleness", Diego's father just nodded, " what about you? What names would you prefer?" she curiously stared at him. " If it were to be a girl, I'll definitely pick Danaerys", winking at her. " Oh, oh, you want to name her after you? Is that the case?" standing from his lap and feigning annoyance which he found very funny.

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."

Having had enough, my shoulders dropped and a deep sigh left my lips, and I sat back again resolved. “Okay, hit me, what are their names?” Gael looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, “Our boys are named, HAVOK and KHAOS.” “Say what now?” I cocked my head like I hadn’t heard him correctly. “Yeah, you heard me right. Havok and Khaos, our future Ulfheonars are named Havok and Khaos.” He laughed as he made sure to pronounce every syllable. It took me a while to reconcile that one. What was the Goddess thinking? As I listened to my mate tell me the future of our sons and the trajectory that our life now took all I could do is hold my tummy and smile. Gael thought I’d blown a gasket

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

“The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—” “Can’t, can’t you just cut it down to their actual names?” I requested, wincing at the very long introduction of their prince. “Okay, okay.” She nodded. “So, Kieran Fiores Gregory, Winacellu’s crown prince; Murien Larimar Samudra, Malecoy’s first prince; Leonis Raizen Aureus, Aslan’s second prince; Lazul Horacin Samudra and Guren Cairox Samudra, Malecoy’s twin princes.” She snatched a cookie from the plate.

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

“You and your emotions. You and your... sentiment. You’re not allowed to fall in love, Dante. You’re an Enigma. Act like one.” The line went quiet for a long moment. Then Dante’s voice came low, dangerous. “I found a Luna.” There was a pause on the other end. “Oh?” his father said. “Then what’s the issue?” “He’s not what you’d expect.” “He?” Dante let the silence hang. He knew that would piss him off. “You plan to mate a male Luna?” his father said, fury slowly simmering beneath his words. “I told you he’s not weak,” Dante cut in. “He’s an Elite Prime Luna. Born to fight. Born to survive. And I want him.”

Gideon’s hands covered mine, pressing my palms flat against the steel over his heart. "I've thought about it," he admitted, his voice dropping to a low, rough timber. "In the middle of the night, when the room is too quiet. I think about a son who has your stubborn streak. Or a daughter with your eyes." A bittersweet ache tightened in my chest. "Do they have names? In these thoughts of yours?" Gideon went still for a long moment, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle over my knuckles. "If he’s a fighter, a boy who needs a name that commands the room... Ares. Like the old god of war, but with a kinder heart, I hope."