Royal Fantasy Names Novels & Stories

“I happen to be an alpha, the first in the Alphabet, yeah? And the first three titles are considered, the royal family of the pack.” He looked through the box of tea leaves and got one, it was lemon and green tea. I happen to like taking that flavor a lot. Something’s not right. He can’t be reading my mind because I’m not thinking about that. “The royal family consists of Alpha, Luna, which is not in the alphabet but we still needed a name for the queen, and Beta which is considered a prince, princess, or successor.” He explained as he plucked exactly four leaves from the mint plant in the pot. That’s the exact amount I use.

My thumb was forgotten when the piece ‘stood up straight’ and made a holographic image of me before listing all the attributes that I have: Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown I stood frozen as I looked at the information before me. Royal Princess? King Aragon? Queen Valencia? Pure Royal blood? No siblings? “Baby girl, what is it?” my dad’s voice interrupted me.

I can’t. “She needs a name that will be fit for a queen.” He says and I smile when a name flits into my head. The meaning is sun or throne, and she will inherit both. The scorching heat of the sun and the phoenix throne. “Cyra.” I say as I look at her before I look at Vilkas and he smiles. “It suits her. She will be a fair ruler. She will harness the power of her namesake, the sun.” I nod at him as he looks at me with so much love in his gaze I could melt.

He raised the child up to the heavens and gave thanks to the moon goddess for giving him a seed. "Never would I have imagined a day like this would come. I shall call her Celine" Irma and Beta Roy turned and looked at themselves and then back at the Alpha. "Alpha, don't you think that name is less favourable for a royalty for you?" Feathers turned around and stared at them with so much annoyance written all over his face.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, and people from far and wide came to witness this remarkable event. The triplets, two boys and a girl, were a sight to behold. They had inherited their parents' striking features—fair hair, piercing blue eyes, and a regal air about them. The eldest of the triplets, Prince Logan, was named after his grandfather, a symbol of the lineage he carried. The second-born, Prince Henry, possessed a mischievous twinkle in his eye, promising a spirited and adventurous nature. And the youngest, Princess Amelia, was as delicate as a flower, her presence captivating all who laid eyes upon her.

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

"You and me." "No." Bruce's answer came instantly. Mine did too. "Never." "But you don't know that." "Neither do you." Her eyebrows pulled together. "Damian—" "What makes you think we're a mistake?" She hesitated. Then she looked down at herself. And what came out of her mouth next genuinely confused me. "I have nothing noble to offer you." I stared at her. "What?" "No Royal title. No noble rank. My family isn't among the most wealthy. I'm not a Princess or—"

Pink ended her brief report in an instant. “Oh, that is interesting.” Royal and Grand was the name of the personal soldiers of the First and Second. Royal was the personal soldiers of the first king while Grand was for the second King. Eagle agreed with his brother. It was indeed interesting. All of them had put their hands on the deck on unalive Shadow. “So, it means everything is going well?” Eagle asked for confirmation. “It’s going well.” Pink nodded. “Good.” He hummed. “Pink.” “Yes, My Emperor?”

She realized the shape of the flag's emblem. Fortis royal flag! That means she was currently in the capital city of Centralis! She was in the Great Palace of the Fortis kingdom! Astrid recalled the full name of King Fortis. She just realized. The name of King Fortis was Damien Leonardus Fortis. Often referred to as King Damien. However, when he was wandering around in disguise, King Damien used his middle name not to be recognized. His face looked youthful for hundreds of years, thanks to the magic power he possessed. Astrid cursed herself. Why had she never realized it all this time? Even though this story was often heard in between bounty hunter's conversations, she didn’t notice at all.

She bows her head and says, “Your Highness, it is a pleasure to serve you. Was there something, in particular, you were looking for?” I wave off the, Your Highness, like Julian, even though we are part of the Royal family. Nathaniel and his siblings are truly the only ones that deserve to be called Your Highness. I look at the shelves behind her as I say, “I am, there is talk about town that you are the one that gets the best blood lollies around here, and I am not talking about the low-quality ones that you need to eat a ton of to even realise that they are made of blood… You know the ones I am after?”