Name Generator Female Fantasy Novels & Stories

She said as she drove off. I frowned and met her eyes in the mirror. Felix?. Wasn't that a man's name?. "You are too easy to read, you know. You are obviously thinking, isn't Felix a male name right?" She asked. "Well...I...I..." "I'm right aren't I?" She asked. "Well, isn't it?" I asked back. Her laughter startled me a bit. "It's not my birth name. My birth name is Samantha, but for some reason I hate it. That's why I came up with the perfect name and that's Felix. It's got the masculine vibe to it and it describes my character perfectly." She answered.

I feel his arousal and for the first time in days I feel myself getting hard. “Aurum…” I start but she immediately interrupts me. “My name is Dysnomia,” she growls, “my name has meaning to me. It is the name my mother gave me “Zee if you feel an emotional attachment to your testicles and eyeballs I advice to call her Dysnomia for now,” Gunther advices me.

What sort of magic is she using? "We can't use her name, Papa, because whenever her name is mentioned, you become dazed," I said worriedly, and he nodded. "That's a problem. Then what should we do?" Papa asked. "Give her a different name? Like Lily or Daisy, so we don't face this issue?” "Nah," I dismissed the idea. "It would be troublesome if we forgot the name.” “Then?” Papa frowned. I thought for a while and suddenly recalled my favourite fantasy series, ‘Harry Potter’. "How about we refer to her only as 'the she-wolf who must not be named' to reduce her psychological hold?”

Do I deserve Jane? “I just want to get to know you, Jane. All of you.” I tell her, even if I know that is not fair. “All of me?” She asks and I nod. “Alright then, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Rejena Brink. I love dogs, and have two of them waiting for me at home, though I do believe they are enjoying their time with their grandmother. I love the outdoors and my favorite color is red, though sometimes I am slightly more drawn to teal. I have a very big fear of spiders. I love really very unrealistic fantasy books with dragons, werewolves and women who know how to kick ass.” She says, and before I can ask why she lied about her name, just like I had, she answers me, almost like she k

I called out in desperation and I was relieved to see Janet poke her head inside the broken doorway. I tried to speak as another strong contraction started. She shrieked and told me to hold on as she rushed down the hallway shouting out for my dad and Cesan. “Your daughter is the Celtic moon deity Elatha and will have a Crescent Moon mark,” Ojani rushed out as I gritted my molars. “Whoopee fucking doo!” I snarled, feeling the urge to push. “You should name her Erissa Finnegani,” she said softly as I panted heavily.

I was considered short but half-bloods were really short. "Just water." A Goddess asked next to me with a raised eye brow causing me to perk up. "Actually I'm expecting." I happily stated as I rubbed my stomach. The Goddess looked down and smiled. The other Goddesses next to her smiled to. "Congrats. My name is Arialle. We are all different Goddesses of crafts and creations." She said. I smiled because I never was allowed friends and I would've been a goddess of creation if I didn't mess with forbidden magic. "I'm Mazaya. Just Mazaya." I said alittle to loud.

Tony looked at it carefully, and his eyes brightened. "This one looks so much like Sabrina. I'm sure Gabriel will be overprotective and over-doting toward this little one since she resembles Sabrina so much." "What's her name?" Tony asked. "Her name is Athena, like the Goddess of wisdom and fire," Veronica muttered. "Sabrina is already trying to train this little one to be the next Dark Lord. I'm not surprised," she said to him. "Well, we should make an heir or heiress," Tony grinned at her and looked at the very thin shirt she was wearing. "Maybe two or five," he said and snaked his arms around her waist, starting to kiss her neck noisily.

Maitê slowly lowered her hands from her face and smiled despite everything. "You can say your crazy ideas. But no soap opera names, okay?" "Me? Crazy? Never," Dafne winked. "For a girl, I was thinking Luna… or maybe Alice. For a boy, Theo, or maybe Enzo? Something strong and cute." Maitê tilted her head, imagining it. "Luna and Theo… I like it. They sound good together." She paused, her voice becoming softer. "Do you think they’ll have his eyes?"

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No wonder the English Festival was so popular! She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, that butterfly fluttering in her stomach increasing as she sensed his dark gaze watching the movement. ‘Come, love, what is your fantasy? Tonight I will be whoever you wish me to be.’ Helena hadn’t even known she had a fantasy until now. ‘Henry,’ she breathed. ‘I would like to call you Henry.’ My superman….whatever, she thought to herself. Jesus, please, don't make him one of the Smith.