Fantasy Noble Names Novels & Stories

"It seems so. Wasn't it really strange from the start how a prince who had always kept himself hidden and didn't have a strong source suddenly became the holder of the throne? How can he defeat the troops of the late crown prince and the late king? Isn't that weird?" “Oh hey, haven't you heard that His Majesty has a hidden force that he said would appear today?” "What? Ah, the new knight? I may have heard his name mentioned a few times in our club but I have a hard time remembering it. Seeing as I'm having a hard time remembering him, couldn't it be that he wasn't real?” “I'm sure his name is Delon, or Dallan, or-” "Dylan." "Oh yes! Dylan, that's his name. How do you remember, sir… Sir Thebe

As he looked at the cards of the other bosses, he noticed something “His character sheets for him are not ready yet; unfortunately I will not work on these cards anymore since the game is canceled, it is a real shame. " Putting the cards back in the notebook, he leaned back slightly in his chair, and one by one he remembered the names or nicknames of his friends. Marcus, Cheo, Alan, Felix, Mecso, Jaime, Neolaris, Lalos, Ighor, Shade, Magnus, Raquel ... Remembering the names of his companions was not very difficult for him, the names of his friends were deeply etched in his mind. "It was fun, really fun ..." ♦ ♦ ♦

she says as she hands the bundle to me. Dark curls are stuck to his head, he screams as if he is being tortured. I quickly bare my breast and he eagerly latches on. “Have you thought of a name?” I ask Zared, we had agreed that he could decide this time. “His name is Arathorn." “Beautiful, what does it mean?” “Royal eagle” he smiles, stroking Arathorn’s cheek with his index finger.

Ignoring the Millennium Glory's inquiry, the High Lord's eyes settled on me—beautiful heterochromia of lime on the right and purple on the left—through the plain black mask he wore that hid the upper part of his face. I bent down as gracefully as I could to a low bow, with a clenched hand before my heart. "I, Cyan Belladonna, greet the High Lord of Nerinvat. It is my honor to be able to meet you, Your Grace." Thank God, I've read tons of fantasy books to know how to properly address nobles. I rose from the reverent greeting and stood up as straight and dignified as I could. I could feel everyone else's eyes on me, but there wasn't any malicious intent on them. From the corner of my eyes, I c

— I let go of his hand and step back, waiting for his answer. He goes back to his chair and states. — Of course, my little angry knight. He participated in the market too, he was adopted by a general from Castile. His current title is Ronald, the godfather of the princess.

The King of Nordmar said. The Paladins looked at Rhobart. “And who are you?” Droyn asked. He had never heard Rhobart being so serious before. “Rhobart Braveheart, last of my name!” the King of Nordmar said. His voice echoed between the forgotten tombs. “The shield and the sword of Ayla!” Eude looked around. “Are there mushrooms around here we haven’t seen?” “Why? You want to make more sweet-wine?” Rhobart asked.

"I was thinking of names that carry a sense of power and unity. How about naming them Leonidas, Maximus, and Valerius?" Zara pondered the names, a smile playing on her lips. "They're strong names, just like you envisioned. Leonidas, Maximus, and Valerius—it suits them perfectly." Alexander, relieved and pleased with her response, continued, "And each name carries a story of bravery and strength. Leonidas, like the Spartan king, symbolizes courage; Maximus, inspired by the Gladiator, signifies greatness; and Valerius, a tribute to valor and resilience." Zara, touched by the thoughtful choices, leaned against Alexander. "I love them. Our boys will grow up knowing the power of their names and t

He didn't really understand the logic in such a rule, but then again the fact that all crown princes and kings of the seven kingdoms had names related to stars or planets was also weird in itself. "You should already know me, but I am Sol Luxuria. Crown prince of the Lustburg kingdom. Those close to me simply call me Sol. Happy to meet you, Chloe." He stretched toward her and Chloe after a short hesitation simply clasped his hand in her, "Happy to meet you, Sol."

I exclaimed, patting his mane as he noshed his grass. Vulcan was a roman name for the lord of fire. And this horse appread as ferocious as fire. "Chester, his name is Chester. And you can't claim him." said a girlish voice before feets rushed towards me crumbling the hay cladded floor in the process. Ignoring the voice behind me, I kept patting my horse trying to grab his attention from the damn grass. "Vulcan, look at me my dear." I tried once again but in vain.

He noticed her smile quickly fading away when he tried to bring it back by asking, "Have you decided on the name yet?" "No…" she simply shook her head. "Well, It's Celestine if it's a girl and Celeste if it's a boy…" he informed her and she knotted her eyebrows in confusion while her face had a smile. "What kind of the names are these?" "As I will be the king and my child will be the Prince or the Princess, so the name should be ancient, you know what I mean?" "Yeah, right…" she rolled her eyes casually. Nathan understood that she didn't even believe the fact that he was the Dragon of the Dragons.