Fantasy Men Names Novels & Stories

“What do you think we should call him?” “I have no idea… Remind me- What are some of the names used in the Zargan Royal Family?” I asked leaning against him. I pulled the blankets up higher to cover me as I got a chill. “Some of the older less used names are: Alexander, Victor, Edward and Henry just to name a few…” He said, watching me. “I think we should do either Alexander or Victor.”

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss

“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.”

I ask, frowning as I consider him. “Hafgan!?” The man blurts out the name in shock before he seems to gather some sort of courage and points at himself. “My name is Maxen! Maxen!” I can’t help but laugh myself sick! Is this his new game? Pretend to be mortal to make me lower my guard? “Hafgan, stop being a coward and fight me. I, Arwen, God of Annwn, demand you battle me!”

Each of them looked dazzling like they were shining in gold lights. Hmm? Zain stopped walking and stared at the four men who stood in front of him. His expression was cold as he asked, “Who are you?” The four men answered one after another. “Capricorn.” “Gemini.” “Leo.” “Sagittarius.” Zain frowned. Were these human names? They sounded so weird. He did not care about the four of them. After all, there were just four people, while he had about thirty helpers. Would they have trouble defeating each of them if they fought eight against one?

"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

Kastha sighed, his words carrying a hint of helplessness. The man coldly snorted. "I'm standing here not to reminisce with you. If you don't want to compete, get down quickly!" After speaking, a powerful aura emanated from his body. As this aura spread out, the people present could clearly feel an unusual sensation. They all realized that he was not a weakling. At that moment, Adrian asked Vardala, "By the way, do you know this guy's name? He seems quite formidable!" "Of course I do!" Vardala immediately said. "However, I don't know his real name. I only know that they all call him Vayu."

Whenever he leaves his manor, the entire pack shudders to think what the crazy beast has behind his mischievous eyes. He was known by multiple names and titles, and he lives up to dutifully: the mad dog of the House of the Wolves, Flavian’s disgrace of a brother, the curse of the Fauntleroys, and so many more. He is the living big bad wolf in human fairytales. He is the nightmare, the unhinged, and the cursed. But the first name he was ever given, was Fenrir. Fenrir Fauntleroy. A magnificent babe then, the first of his name, and was a prodigy. Who would’ve known the bright boy would turn out like… this?

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

I’m not surprised they know my name. The female Elders are the Pixie, Banshee, and the Nymph. And the male Elders are the Elf and the Merman. All adorned in shimmering garments like none I’ve ever seen. Leaving us a bit breathless, I recollect myself, carrying Liam in my arms along my rise. This little one has a small golden crown on his head. I scoff, don’t tell me he’s been inserting himself into his noble role. “This place...” I begin, addressing the awaiting Elders. “...it’s so magical that it’s surreal – Like a fantasy world out of our dreams. To even dare dream I’m a descendant of this world...it’s still mind-boggling.”