Fantasy Names And Meanings Novels & Stories

"Your majesty. It's time to visit the castle." After some hours of silence, it finally spoke. Maybe because I'd threatened before about loosing it's life. But wasn't the spirit already dead? "I know. Thank you." I remembered how it mentioned earlier about not remembering it's name. A name was needed because after all, what would we be without our names? "How about I call you... Fortem. It means brave in Latin." I didn't even know how I knew that word, it just popped up to my head.

“So what name today?” He pretended to think. “If it’s a girl maybe Liora. It means light. Or maybe one of the old names from the first packs. My father used to tell me stories about them.” “And if it’s a boy?” I touched my stomach lightly because the bump has been growing faster now “Then I want something strong. Something that means protection. He will need it with all this.” He looked at my glowing shoulder for just one second and then looked away like he didn’t want me to feel bad.

After a while, Leo took off her wireless in-ear and handed it to me. “Fox has a few things to say.” I nodded and put the in-ear. “Fox?” [It’s all set. In the last 25 seconds before you go, I want to hear you promise you’ll name one of your kids after me.] I chuckled. “I don’t think Fox is good for a name, though.” [N-No, I mean, my real name. It’s Yggdrasil. You can call him Asil.] I paused. His name is from a sacred tree in Norse mythology. Wow. It was beautiful.

“Your names. Sigwulf, for example. It’s an Ulfwyn name that means Victorious Wolf.” Sigwulf shrugged. “It’s also an old name and heard all over Kalthar these days. Just not as commonly as is was when I received the name.” Hrodgar nodded once and continued. “Kemp translates into Warrior, in Ulfwyn. Even our wee Princess, Astrid Nara means Goddess of the Rising Sun and Dear One. Just an observation.” He scratched at his beard. Kenward chuckled at some joke only he could see as he watched the byplay of people’s faces.

"Of course that's not my real name. My name is Ci'amonae." "I've never heard a name like that." The girl said. "I'm not even sure I can pronounce it." Nanny's eyes gazed far off. "It means 'Daughter of the Ancient Ones'. It's a name from the old tongue." "Ancient ones? Like the Fates?" To the girl, Nanny was suddenly the most interesting person in existence. Aurora rocked the baby in her her arms and sat at Nanny's feet ready for a story. It was an old habit, and Nanny allowed it one last time.

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.

Jack eyes him up and down, “Six—what? six four? six five? Two hundred ten pounds? Sound about right?” The Horned God nods. “What name do you want?” “In the past, I have been called, ‘Fearadhaigh’.” All four of us sit silent. “You want to spell that, please?” My father spells the name. “It means father of fairies.” “Uh-huh,” Jack nods, unimpressed. “It’ll do for a surname. Anything else—you know, polite—you’ve been called?” “Finn’s mother called me Warren—her protector.”

I ask, completely confused at the weird change of topic. “You never asked what my name was, after your consumption with Natalie.” Oh shit. That is true I can't believe I forgot about that. Ragnar. “Ragnar,” I say out loud. “That sounds like a strong name.” “It is. It is an old name. It means Judgement,” he explains. “Judgment,” I echo. I let the name resound around in my head. Ragnar. Judgment. “I like it. It's a good name.”

Though to become a contracted beast, a blood pact must be formed between us— however, I don’t have magic on me… so all I could do is to give her name. The cat, then snugs her head on my hand for a while, as if she’s putting her scent on me. “…Yes. Please give me a name, master…!” Fortunately, I have been preparing this for quite a while ever since she asked. “Alright then… your name from now on— will be known as ‘Felix’.” “Does my name have a meaning…?” “Of course. In rune language, it means ‘happy and lucky’.” “Happy and lucky…”

– Draygonian-- their language – F'sheerah- bastard – Draygon- their world – Shoranta-- choosing – Chrindalla-stuipid/brainless/useless – Niss'arn- Follow me – Afrima- ass – Wisira- whore, slut, sextoy, – Yeish-hell (a desolate waste land where the wind blows so hard the scales will rip of your skin) – shambrashi draygonain-counsel – Norshhem- treaty – Drayssnor- My King – Drassnara- my Queen – Sanshas-Poisonous creatures that look kind of like lizards and kind of like eels – trussha- female genital- pussy – Narhas'fa- Green Draygons – Hars – slang for Green Draygon Juice (Narhas'fa Hars) – Goorian- ocean that connected this continent and another one. – Cariissan- Black Draygons – Shonian- Re