Fantasy Names Male Novels & Stories

I ask him. “I know that he is Oscars son and Alpha of Blood Moon Pack and that you are his mate.” He tells me as I hand him the phone so he can just continue scrolling by himself. “That is correct.” I tell him as I contemplate whether or not to tell him my story. “What are their names?” He asks me. “Well the boys names are Baelor and Fealian and the girls name is Leslie.” I tell him and he smiles. “Strong and beautiful names and I apologise about asking for Orion, I didn't mean to pry.” He tells me.

Preston by the main character. “Wait!” I suddenly realized that my male lead doesn’t have a name. “How about… um… “ Naturally, there was only one name on my mind. But I couldn’t name the character “Tom”, could I? I logged to writers’ chatroom again. “How should I name my psychopath ML?” “What is his nationality?” someone asked. “Asian American…kind of…” “Maybe choose a simple English name?” somebody else suggested. This opinion only made me go back to “Tom” again…

A male one. A male vampire? The hairs on my back stand on edge. ‘’Wh—what was the na—name of the Male Vampire? Any idea.’’ I control my fear. It’s not who I think. Is it? ‘’Yes my lord. His name is Borham.’’ No. This can’t be happening. History can’t be repeating again! I lied to Reno back then saying Krulisa’s right hand man was Borham, never did I know that it would actually turn out to be true! Why does he work with Krulisa?

Byron went to kitchen to get some water before continuing his story. "I was born to a family in the east point or Faklan, my name was baron which means young warrior. At that time I was yet to receive my elf name..." Elf name!! Did her father just say he was an elf. "So...what was your elf name.." Madeline asked as she took large gulps of water. "Albericus..." Byron said slowly, he was the elf ruler of the high elves, he was the pride and joy of his people, it saddened him that he couldn't protect his people or his wife.

I barely kept up with him to be honest, he's a beast. "Yes you do indeed." I can just imagine that curvy smirk plastered on his face when he says that to me. His tone of voice so seducive and filled with lust. He's so ready for me. As am I for him. "Now tell me, stranger. What is your name?" He sighs before chuckling softly, "Denjiel Adonis Juliano Thesseus Castellano". "Holy Jesus. Our baby ain't gonna have a big ass name like that is it?"

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

Yeah I'm fine, the spell worked," I grin. "Wait you're pregnant now?" I laugh. "No, but I have the ability to become pregnant now," I tell him. "The only thing that is a little unfortunate about the spell is you cannot change the gender so no matter what the child will be a boy. And you have to choose a name in order to complete it." "Oh," he mutters. "So, what's his name going to be?" "Mayan, after your sister Maia," I say with a smile.

“Since we still haven’t decided on a name, how would you feel about something unique?” I glance at him suspiciously. “Unique how?” “Something with force. Something that commands respect. Something worthy of a child who will undoubtedly be fierce and brave. ” He pauses dramatically, before asking with a straight face. “What about Fang?” I snort. “Fang? Are we living in children’s book?” He frowns at my barb. “Or Claw,” he continues, nodding as if he’s genuinely considering it. “That has a certain something. Oh, wait, no, I have it, you’re going to love this one. Thunderstrike. Doesn’t that just scream authority?”

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.

“I know it’s soon, I just… wondered.” Something softened in his expression. He set the papers aside. “When I was younger,” he said slowly, “I used to think about what my name would’ve been if I’d been born in a pack without the curse.” “That’s… specific,” I said. He huffed a breath. “Ronan Vale. Ronan the Cursed. Ronan the Necessary Evil. It always felt like a title, not a name.” His fingers tapped a quiet rhythm on the table. “I promised myself that if I ever had a pup, their name would be the first gift I could give them that wasn’t wrapped in someone else’s fear.”