Fantasy Noble Names Novels & Stories

And Gia couldn’t help but think that Lonan had become like that because of Willow. “Then what do Alrix and Freya mean?” Bringing up the two little ones would lift Raven’s mood. Gia had never asked before. The corner of Raven’s lips lifted again. His eyes glanced at the rearview mirror momentarily before turning toward a luxurious apartment complex. “Alrix means a nobleman, a lord. Freya means a goddess or princess.” Raven named his children because he had also mapped out their lives to always be on top and in power. In doing so, Raven still showed his dominant nature.

Regardless, even I knew better than to question, let alone defy actual witches. So when the singular friend I ever made turned thirteen, I gave him the best name I could think of. Nikolai. As in Nikolai Vlademyre. The unofficial King in our region. So sure that when it came my time to be named I’d get full reciprocity. Ending my bad luck for good.

He said and aimed to take the cloth, but Ashriel stopped him by holding his hand. “It’s okay, Nile. It’s not a big deal.” She said and continued wiping his face and neck. Nile became stiff like a little kid, making Ashriel chuckle. “You said you were once a noble. What name are you carrying?” Ashriel asked. She tried to rack her brain, trying to remember what Noble Family has Brunette hair and greyish-blue eyes. Recalling all the Noble Families under Aparctias and Thrascias, there was only one family with that identity.

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

“Am I here to be a spectator?” “What happened earlier?” “A lot of things happened earlier, Alpha,” she replied. I scowled at her. “You know what I am talking about, and don't try to deviate.” “W-what…?” Sabrina stuttered. She was trying to play dumb. “That spell is peculiar to the Vale noble house, Sabrina Flynn, and you're from there.” Sabrina had taken her father's last name rather than the traditional name of the Vale that they were all known as. It was the oldest and strongest noble house as far as this pack house was concerned.

I know it came out gruff, but I wasn't in the mood for half-truths or protecting me from what was going on. It seemed for the first time in my life I was about to get the whole story up front without having to go hunting for it myself. Wonders never ceased. "You noticed she renamed Meira with a prefix." Sassy head-butted my sister gently. "Hathenemeira is a mix of Haralthazar and Henemordonin, your father and grandfather." Meira's hand stroked his fur as he met her eyes. "Both noble names she can be proud of." "But me?" I caught Dad's jaw grinding as he stared at the stone floor while Sassy turned to me.

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.”

Aefstine doesn’t know if he can be a good parent, or a good Dalli, but with Randal’s affection, Syteiner’s guidance, as well as everyone’s help, maybe, the future’s not that bad after all. "What will they name him?" "They were named after the Wolf Gods. Arnoux, Randal, and now, Alarick." "Alarick," Aefstine smiled, and it was hard to smile when you were trying to hold tears back... “Wolf ruler." "Good, good, you are learning."

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.

she finally managed to stutter, "I do not know your given name." I raised a stiffened eyebrow. My name? The Keffer wished to know my given name. In her head her crime was her inability to address my title and name. Master Gregory, Madam Catherine.. and I? No one spoke of my name, they merely spoke of grand titles. The Night Wolf, Prince of Demons, Master of Shadows, there were many whispers of my nature around my kingdom. The mere question should have led to her death, for who was she to ask for the given name of an Arc Alpha?