Fantasy Nobility Names Novels & Stories

Someone like her. A Half Noble, Half Servile. Her mother is a servile and the father she never knew was a noble. Though her mother said she is not a bastard. She never wants to talk about anything concerning her father. As the name implies, Noble, the nobles are wealthy, rich, spoiled people in their society and were originally descendants of royal kings and queens but as the world advanced there were no kings and queens but politics, president democracy and stuff. High men and women. Celebrities. Doctors. And all those high positions.

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights Sir Randey Edal – (Randy EE-dal) Captain Reidar Edal – (RIE-dar EE-dal) Sira Damara Edal – (Dam-AR-a EE-dal) Sir Braedon Soril – (BRAY-don SO-ril) Blade Master Kolton Stent – (KOLL-ton Stent) First Commander Storr Raegos – (Store RAY-gos) Sir Kale Andros – (Kale AN-drose)

For two Nobles had been born, and they were the purest of Nobles. “Hydras! Different bodies but of the same mind. For they are Nobility Kings!” a booming voice rang in the ears of both. “Jake: the Volcanic Dominator! A Fire King!” “John: the Great Defender! An Ice King!” Breaking into the Nobility Realm was a bit special. For Nobles had titles. Baron/Baroness; Viscount/Viscountess; Earl/Countess; Marquis/Marchioness; Duke/Duchess; Prince/Princess; King/Queen; Emperor/Empress. In increasing order of magnitude, these were the orders of Nobility. Each Noble had a title given based on their talents and power. For instance, Ray was a King. And now the twins had been judged as Kings as well. Invok

“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.”

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

Jayden let out a bitter, broken laugh, shaking his head like a madman. "Bullshit!" he spat. "The royal family's surname is Vanslord! This man’s name is Castielle!" The elder gave a thin, knowing smile — the kind that made Jo’s skin prickle. "You are half-correct," he said. "Castielle... is his middle name." And with that, the final elder lowered himself onto his seat — leaving Dante standing alone at the center of the courtyard, the weight of his bloodline hanging heavy in the stunned silence.

Did she say Persia? No wonder. Her gesture; her grace; her aura; her politeness. “…The young mistress of the Silverlight family.” I vaguely remembered her name. Persia Silverlight. “……...” She’s all tensed up. Her family, the Silverlight— are nobles, which means she’s a noble too. Their nobility was acknowledged by most countries worldwide. They are incredibly famous— even someone like me who was nearly cut off from the society knows their name. “………I hate you.”

She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone, “His family name is Breda. They were Italian emigrants. He switched it to Brennus. It is Gaelic for prince or raven. It suits him, eh?” “King?” I mused aloud. “Indeed,” she said. “You mean Geo?” I asked, clearly confused. “That would be his nick name, but the servants certainly don’t call him that,” she said. “What do you call him?” I asked hesitantly. “Milord, mostly,” she replied thoughtfully. “Although a few below stairs call him master.” “Master?” I said incredulously. “For sure,” she replied. “He dislikes the term majesty.”

Her friends were asleep, and she couldn't risk waking them. With Ashlan secured as her top choice, she moved on to the final Knight, a wave of nervous anticipation washing over her. Raizen Titus Yvanov. The name itself sounded regal, powerful, and utterly intimidating. The description painted a picture of an icy prince, the only son of the Yvanov royal family in Greece, a man whose cold demeanor was as legendary as his wealth and influence.

“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.