Male Fantasy Names Novels & Stories

I’m looking out for him. So I tell him my email address. But then he asks for an invite to my F******k, which I tell him, though I’m surprised. “You have F******k.” “Sending you an invite now.” And I do receive one from a ‘Caspian McErlean.’ “You like old-sounding names,” I say. I smile. “But I like it. It sounds so romantic.” “It’s my name real name… I believe.” I gasp. “Really?!”

Ruby looked down at the ground and contemplated this for a few seconds. "What about Aleister? Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon. Dyrus means great or relentless and Aleister means fighter. Aspartheon is a derivative of Aspartheus, the dragon of war, glory, conquest, and wealth since that's what you are aiming for I assume. I provided you a name and a surname, which is your core ideal or what you seek to achieve." "Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon... Hmmm. It rolls off the tongue excellently. Rejoice, witch, you shall keep your head on your shoulder. I accept my new name." The newly baptized Aleister said grinning at her widely.

“That reminds me… we need a name. We’re building more than a pack, we’re building a kingdom. Should we call it Seralyn? Or something else?” Suggestions came flying from every direction. “Moonvale!” someone shouted. “Whitefang Keep!” yelled another. “Daeira’s Den!” Tarin heckled, earning a round of laughter and my tomato-red blush. I rolled my eyes but grinned. “Real funny, Tarin.” Riven leaned close, smirking. “I like Daeira’s Den. Sounds sexy.” Kael snorted, deadpan as always. “Sounds like a bar.” Auren, wide eyed, chimed in. “What about Seralyn though? It feels… right. Like it belongs to all of us, not just one person.”

“Alright, I’m listening.” “For a girl, Alexandria. For a boy, Alexander.” Xander’s smile widened. “I actually don’t hate it. I really like them.” I beamed. “For a second boy, Rowen, as a nod to Devin’s Gaelic heritage. And for a second girl, Annika, after my grandmother. Middle names could be our parents’ names—Alexandria Lauren, Annika Adele, Alexander Richard, and Rowen Luhan.” Devin let out a whistle. “Shit. I love them all. I say we scrap the rest and go with Arya’s list.”

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.

What a coincidence, I added mentally. “Sure, but Magna and I need to go to the bathroom first,” Tanya said with a sweet smile. So I have a name now, huh? Out of all names, she picked Magna, I groaned internally. “Yeah! We’ve been dying to pee, right MARITES?” I emphasized my fake name. “So your names are Magna and Marites. I’m Cardio. Nice meeting you, ladies,” he smiled. After the handshake, we went straight to the restroom to discuss our next move. I asked Tanya if she noticed the spider tattoos.

"Or just tyrants. Who knows?" Ethan was a huge help too firing the day. Always making sure I had water close by, bunch of snacks readily available and always talking my ears off. Today, he and Xander were arguing about the never ending baby names. "If it's two boys, we could do something cool like... Axel and Blade," Ethan suggested, smirking like a loon. Xander snorted ot loud. "What, do you want turn them into action heroes? Nah, we need something classic. Like... for a girl, maybe Sophia."

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“Of course you do.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling. “Okay, so some traditional werewolf names: Fenrir, Lyall, Ulric—” “We're not naming our baby Fenrir.” “What about Moonbeam?” I threw a pillow at his face. “Absolutely not.” “Moonlight? Luna—wait, that might be confusing.” He dodged another pillow. “Okay, okay. What about normal names?” We spent an hour going through possibilities, laughing at ridiculous suggestions and debating serious ones. Christian wanted to use the name—Richard—if we had a boy. I liked names from my favorite books.

"Yes! Young Lady! We already gave names to each of the fandom! For sir Joshua who has the prince's vibes, it's Joshua's angels. For sir Jeonghan, who has the sexy master aura, it's Jeonghan's servants. For Minghao, who is a gentleman, it's Minghao's sweety. For your friend, Mingyu, who is a detective, it's Mingyu's prisoner. Then..." "Then?" Celine took a sip on her coffee while listening. "For sir Seungcheol, who has the daddy type, it's Seungcheol's babies. He has the aura that will drive you crazy on bed." Celine sprayed the coffee out from her mouth. "Pfffffff-!" "Oh! Young lady! Are you okay?!" "Ugh! Ugh!" Celine coughed. She shook her hand to show that she's alright but her coughing do