Fantasy Names Male Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know we were picking names yet.” “We’re not,” I said quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I was just wondering if you’d thought about it.” Graham’s smile deepened, slow and warm. “I might have a few ideas.” “Like?” He brushed his thumb along my knuckles. “If it’s a girl, maybe… Alina. My grandmother’s name. She was strong. Brave.” I felt a lump rise in my throat. “That’s beautiful.” “And if it’s a boy…” He hesitated, eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. “Maybe something fierce. Like Orion. Or Kai.”

"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

I said curtly. Yeah, I was going to get something cheesy as fuck. "Ah, a lovely choice. Now, what are the names you want on these?" "Kiara and Alejandro." I said. "And add Queen to Kiara and King to Alejandro." He nodded. "I can do that in a jiffy! What lovely names, Alejandro means Defender of Mankind… Did you know that?" He chuckled. "Hmm…" I didn’t bother replying, I knew the meaning but never thought shit about it.

Gorman told us. “Sound like fucking Ditus. He has bright yellow hair and is a creepy little fucker.” Kaelayni pointed out. “Ditus, that is a weird fucking name.” Gorman added. “His full name is Hermaphroditus; he is the son of Hermes. He goes by Ditus for obvious reasons.” Mykynzye explained.

I did enjoy fucking him, our sex was better than anything I'd experienced before in my life but sex didn't define a relationship and I knew nothing about him. "Listen bud I enjoy our sex a lot but I know nothing about you, doesn't that seem like a problem for you because it really bothers me? Hell, I don't even know your whole name or age," I mumble sadly. He grins and rubs his eyes. "My full name is Sphinx Nathaniel Elderon and I'm 28 years old, I'm a powerful necromancer and future fae guardian, my hybrid mother is a fae guardian and my father is a forest God," he chuckles and eyes me. My brow raises and I burst into laughter. He questions me with his eyes.

The resemblance is so clear. "I am Christian father, I hope he didn't put you through much trouble just to get you here?" He asked, shaking my fragile hands with so much agility. So... Christian is blue eyes name, well... I still prefer blue eyes. So I'm sticking with blue eyes. "You can call me Mr Grey." The man went on to say. He is a real talkative unlike his son. The words blue eyes know, are; Dragons are real, you are the witch that's going to save me and my people. That's just all. Nothing else. His head is full with dragon nonsense.

This whole daddy thing is scary as shit! So here I was, running my thumb over the touch screen of my iPhone, looking at the hundreds of baby names, considering them for a future Alpha, this is what I chose after a long thought; Asher Braxton Callum Ethan Maddox Malachy Orlando Reuben Spencer Theodore All strong, masculine names in my opinion… I just hope Bethany and I could set on one name for our boy; this is the name he’ll live with for the rest of his life. He deserves to not be embarrassed every time his name is said out loud.

—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?

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.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you giving birth? Would you like to push a seven-pound human out of your body and then decide her name?” He smirked. “I mean, if I could, I’d name her something cool. Something powerful.” “Oh, God,” I groaned. “Here we go, bring your idea, you're the baby daddy you too must have thought of some names.” “I’m thinking something like Valeria, it's beautiful.” I blinked. “Valeria?” “It sounds like a queen’s name.” He grinned. “Or a warrior princess. You know, like a woman who can wield a sword and take over kingdoms.” he laughed at my facial expression.