Surnames For Fantasy Characters Novels & Stories

"Well, young mutt, I did say that. And I can assure you she only had a brief headache before the ritual ended. Or, isn't that right, Dual wolf?" I ground my jaws with annoyance. Why did she always refer to me as the 'Dual-Wolf' and rarely or never by my name? "First off, my name is Nimue La Key Silverstein," I stated, trying hard to mask the natural sarcasm that lingered in my voice. It was quite ironic how all the surnames I had attached to my name didn't belong to my actual father. Now that I thought about it, I didn't even know Marcel's family name.

“You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?” “It’s badass.” “Next.” He cleared his throat. “Kieran. Means ‘little dark one.’ Kieran Dunham.” “…I actually like that.” His jaw dropped. “Did you just agree with me?!” “Don’t get used to it. But yeah, it’s a good name.” He pumped his fist in the air. “I’m on fire tonight! Alright, how about Laziel? Sounds mysterious, right?” “Sounds like a knock-off wizard.” “Okay, okay, fair. What about Orin? Means ‘white wolf.’”

Now there was a possibility that her name was actually Selly but she couldn't just trust a stranger. The gears in her mind shifted, finding a name she could come up with but even that ended up being hard, picking a name at random. “Selly,” He bit his lower lip, not knowing what to say. “Ponds.” She blurted the first thing that came to mind. Jordan's pupil widened ever so slightly, what kind of name was that? “My parents named me Ponds.” Another lie. Keepers of the supernatural realm were never born. They never had a history or something called a lineage. They were chosen by the Goddess herself, appearing when time was right.

“I know it’s soon, I just… wondered.” Something softened in his expression. He set the papers aside. “When I was younger,” he said slowly, “I used to think about what my name would’ve been if I’d been born in a pack without the curse.” “That’s… specific,” I said. He huffed a breath. “Ronan Vale. Ronan the Cursed. Ronan the Necessary Evil. It always felt like a title, not a name.” His fingers tapped a quiet rhythm on the table. “I promised myself that if I ever had a pup, their name would be the first gift I could give them that wasn’t wrapped in someone else’s fear.”

maybe something random? [Random name generating] …. NOOOOO I didn't mean that! [Random name Jin has been selected] You stupi… ohh that sounds kind of cool, to be honest..at least much better than what I had in mind. Ahem, I accept the name! I don't like it but since I don't have any other choice that will do! Name: JIN Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

But I wasn’t one who would just idly stand by. One by one they introduced themselves to me. I was right in guessing what they were by how they looked. Lord Bates wasn’t married neither was King Lysander, both seem to be young. Bates did have a top witch advisor Belinda. I was getting annoyed at the names by this point, Belinda, Lucinda, and Roselinda. Why was Linda so popular as part of a name? I thought it might be a cultural thing but there was two different cultures represented, Fae and Witches. Or I was really in a book and this book’s Author was horrible at naming its characters. What ever time to move on.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

"Now, to your question..." “Sorry,” I interrupted. Forget I asked. "I'll be quiet and try not to disturb you." I've only been supernatural for seven years, a fleeting moment for these two men. Sometimes this knowledge hit me in the face. “No, no, I didn't mean to scold you, I just wanted to explain how reticent you often come across when asking about our stories. Underfoot is a common name for gnomes. Dwarves used to live underground; some are still living. So, Underfoot is a surname indicating the place of residence. This is similar to the human nicknames Carpenter or Weaver, names that indicated the person's occupation. This is all."

“Have you made up your mind on who and who is going?” “Aside from the two of us and Jason, there is Darrow, Wulfrun, Hallec, Tiana, and two other gammas; Ariston and Berion.” “What of last names?” “Can we all use Wulfblood?” “Hell, no! That’s literally telling people who you are.” Xavier sighed. “That’s my and Isabelle’s surname though. Our people use compound names as surnames. And trust me, ours is the less obvious.”