Surnames For Fantasy Characters Novels & Stories

"And you changed des Champs for DuBois - fields for woods." "With a handful of other ones in between," I agreed. "What about you guys? Are your names your real ones?" "Our first names are," Kaz told me. "Both of us. We've used fake ones before, but right now, oddball first names are accepted, so we've both gone back to them." "The last names we just picked at random. Surnames don't really exist in Zendir society," Ty finished up. "So, did you meet before or after you were both assigned as enforcers on Earth?"

Aefstine doesn’t know if he can be a good parent, or a good Dalli, but with Randal’s affection, Syteiner’s guidance, as well as everyone’s help, maybe, the future’s not that bad after all. "What will they name him?" "They were named after the Wolf Gods. Arnoux, Randal, and now, Alarick." "Alarick," Aefstine smiled, and it was hard to smile when you were trying to hold tears back... “Wolf ruler." "Good, good, you are learning."

she asked. Mateo frowned, “No, that’s weird. Plus, he should be taking my surname.” Veins protruded on her forehead in an instant, “How is it weird? And why can’t he have my surname?” Mateo grinned, “How about naming him after a warrior instead? Ingvar Katsaros.” “He should have my surname!” she disagreed. “No, it’s a fact that every child takes after the father’s surname.” “Then, I’m going to be the first one to change that rule!”

All Madonie wanted to celebrate and make this Christmas special for their new princes and princesses. We’ve been often asked which heirs were mine, but we never tell. Sure, we gave Caspian and Aragon my surname, while our girls Amaryllis and Éowyn have Darren’s. But that’s not common knowledge. And I don’t know if I’ll keep it that way. I’ve considered updating their official birth certificates to Delaney-D’Amore for all four.

The turbid breath exhaled in their slumber had the capacity to tear the fabric of the chaotic void, unveiling dreamlike cosmic chiliocosms. They were the progenitors of the extraterrestrial race, the alpha and omega of the enigmatic beings. Their names were Infernatur and Damnatur. To the uninitiated, and sometimes even to their own kind, it was widely believed that Infernatur and Damnatur were distinct entities. However, they were but facets of the same being.

My mother, the most powerful witch in the witch community, was the chief's daughter. So my last name was more potent than that witch's, so his magic could never harm me. It was a bit strange, but at least I felt safe. Sorcerers used magic that already existed. If, for some reason, a warlock ended up in a place free of magic, he would be completely useless. And the magic obeyed the surname. So even if Heath turned out to be a warlock with bad intentions, the magic would not obey him to harm me.

The name read: ALTIR RAEN THARAN The name was a mystery to him. He searched in the archive, the name appeared on a single piece of paper, and he read: Altir Raen Tharan (40-120) was a poet, painter, philosopher and map maker in the late Asmirian Empire.

he smiled as if he was grinning, saying the name of the family. There was complete silence. Even I held my breath. Not just a redhead, a relative of the rulers, but close to the ruling one. The leader and his sons have the surname Hellhound. The closer the surname is to our hypostasis, the more noble the family. Our surname Whitehead means that the family is not simple; it always had a lot of male warriors who once made up the army of the leader. It is a pity that the family is dying out, and only my dying father and worthless uncle remain from the men of our family. “The choice has been made in favor of Reign Hellhound. I think we need to discuss the details in private,” Dad nodded at the m

Why he would do that was still unknown to me, but I dared not question him. I crimped my eyes against the darkness as I searched for darting shadows. I have so many enemies whom I knew could take different shapes and forms so as to walk into my kingdom without me seeing them. They were always mistaken, though, because I always found them, even when perched on the walls like birds and lurking around like shadows. -------------------- Hello! Leave a comment telling me how you like this book so far. Do you have anything on your mind that you want to say? Drop it in the comment box as well. Remember to add this book to your library if you have yet to do that. Leave a review and vote.

Taking care of him was the least I could do after I let our mother slip between my fingers. "No more treats for you, you greedy fucker," he said, waving the last treat in front of Villentretenmerth. Yes, he named his dog after a character from a fantasy TV series he wouldn't get his head out of. He claimed it made the dog sound badass. Villentretenmerth was scared of his own fucking shadow. And yes, his name was a fucking mouthful, so Mikhail shortened it to just Villen. Why he couldn't go with a normal name in the first place was as good as anyone's guess as mine.