Magic Names Male Novels & Stories

"Just making an observation." Egon leans his massive chest forward, resting his scarred forearms on the stone table, his grin wide and taunting. "The scholar is right, Magnus. You treat the future male lead of our throne like an unwanted pup you have been forced to guard. He is a fully-matured wolf with his own magic blessing, strong opinions, and desires. Have you ever actually tried to truly know him?" "I do not treat him like a child," I growl out, my voice harsher than I intended, my mind instantly flashing back to the fluid heat of his tight passage closing around my thick cock. I was definitely treating him like a grown male last night.

The shadows make his face look like it was carved from stone by the pack elders. I know some handsome boys, and Ronan is supposed to be a good-looking Alpha Successor. But Ronan looks like a little pup next to this man. Magnus is like the giant silver moon in the sky, and Ronan is just a tiny spark from a campfire. He looks like a supreme warrior who can fly over the whole Grand Wolf Assembly. A crazy idea pops into my head because the fire-water is making my brain super hot. I swallow hard and look at his lips.

“That’s terrifying.” “Yeah. And Bryon’s no better,” Lotanni added. “His bloodline specializes in body reinforcement. Turns his body into stone, pretty much. Fast and durable. Not someone I’d want in the ring.” Nyomei exhaled sharply. “And let’s not forget—they’ve got these magic abilities through charms. Royal ones. Enchanted by high-rank mages.” “Wait, that's true. I thought werewolves couldn’t use magic?” Bainer asked.

"Impressive work on the ice this season. Your award was hard-earned." I was stunned. The chair of the entire Moonfang Network knew my name. I’d spent my life dreaming of this recognition. "The honor is mine, Mr. Thornridge. To be recognized by this pack, by leaders such as yourself... it’s everything I’ve worked for." Magnus waved off the formality with a rugged laugh. "Call me Magnus. In this territory, we don't stand on 'Mister.' Even my father prefers the direct approach."

said the man. "That’s sounds pretty interesting. Okay. I agree with your offer. After all, dragons and elves interfered in my mother's murder. They allied with the humans from the kingdom of Fortis and killed my mother. Tell me, what's your name?" Leon asked. “I have many names. One of my famous names is Andras. But, in Magica, you can call me the Great Sorcerer,” the man replied. “You look similar to my mother,” Leon said. Andras chuckled happily and grinned widely.

"It's a safe place, Gretchen.A powerful place. All the secrets of the most powerful magic lives here." Gretchen looked back at him, confused. She shook her head then continued looking around. "What were their names?" Gretchen turned back to face Damien. "Your wife and son. What were their names?" Damien took a ragged breath then licked his lips. "My wife's name was Mara and my son was called Drago." Gretchen smiled. "Drago." She looked around the room. "I love that name. It sounds strong, fierce. Mara, that's just beautiful."

Stug scoffed shaking his head. “My uncle is Ean Magnus and my name is Rex Magnus.” The moment Rex said that the whole room went silent. Everyone was looking in amazement at what he had just said. It was only a few seconds before Stug stood up slammed his hands down on the table and spat, “If you are prince Rex, I am a unicorns a**!! Claiming to be the lost prince will not get you out punishment so easily!” Rex knew he would have to now prove this to everyone so he asked Fafnir, ‘How can I make them believe what I have said.’

He sits beside me while we look down in awe at our huge but perfect baby boy. 'Wow! He is one big baby,' Ryker says. 'Definitely an Alpha like his Daddy,' I giggle. 'No wonder your belly was so huge!' He says. 'I've told the doctor and the others where we are. We'll have you and our son home soon,' Ryker smiles. 'I can't believe this boy is our son. What are we going to name him?' I ask Ryker. 'What about Magnus? It's a tough, powerful name, and it also means large. Very fitting for a future Alpha. I think so anyway,' Ryker says.

The mage radiated confidence when he spoke about being a mage; it's another term for powerful spellcasters and they are levels. "I didn't know you are as fast as vampires," "We are far better and stronger than vampires, " He had an arrogant smile on his lips. It suited him. "Remind me your name again?" I squinted my eyes. "I didn't tell you," "Well, what's your name," "My name is unimportant," He dismissed with a wave of his hand.

It was because he didn’t pose a danger to me. He lifted his head slowly, breathing so hard that his giant body shook. When his eyes opened, they were no longer silver. They burned with the fire of a king—an immortal. Maybe an unstoppable monarch of the supernatural world. He reached for me. Not gently but possessively, as if touching what he had been hunting for centuries. “My name…” He inhaled sharply, as if speaking cost him control. “It’s Magnon!” Magnon! I fell to my knees with bewilderment. I saw darkness for a moment as a wave of doom swept across me.