Troll Name Generator Novels & Stories

Preston by the main character. “Wait!” I suddenly realized that my male lead doesn’t have a name. “How about… um… “ Naturally, there was only one name on my mind. But I couldn’t name the character “Tom”, could I? I logged to writers’ chatroom again. “How should I name my psychopath ML?” “What is his nationality?” someone asked. “Asian American…kind of…” “Maybe choose a simple English name?” somebody else suggested. This opinion only made me go back to “Tom” again…

Chapter 22 – Group chat (everyone's account handles Niklaus - Demon King «DK» Alexis - Sexy Boss Lady «SBL» Zarah - Golden Goddess «GG» Emma - Sexy Chef «SC» Zain - Alpha «A» Taylor - Angelbaby «AB» Zelina - Pink «P» Raven - Sexy God «SG» Catherine - Tech Goddess «TG» Mason - IceKing «IK» Reign - Principal Stevens «PS»)

"What other names do you have for your wieners?" "Knob goblin, anaconda, third leg, twig and berries," I said. "Willie, womb raider, Vlad the Impaler, silent flute," Thane added. "Tally whacker, wing wang, pole driver, Johnson, love pole," Tag said. Hollyn's mouth dropped open. "Is that all?" I snorted. "Trouser monkey, pocket rocket, schlong, trouser snake, sausage, man-meat." "Dong, Captain Winkie, frank and beans, torpedo, package." Thane smiled.

He shrugged. "I'll need an email for that.” I rolled my eyes. “Then create a new one. But one that has no relation to you at all. Not your name or nickname or anything. Something completely vague.” "Like what? Shits and giggles at G***l.com?” I scoffed. “Yeah that works. But don't use G****e and sign up with fake info only.” I stared at him in bewilderment. Somewhere in my stomach, tiny pricks of icicles were stabbing the walls. This was real.

I didn’t know how things worked in the troll world, it could all be different since the last time I’d been here. “Oh, yes,” said the troll. “We’ve been keeping an eye out for you and your friends ever since the girl turned up.” “Girl? What girl?” “You know, soft things with squishy parts.” “I know what a girl is. What’s her name?” “Hmm. Let me think. What was it?” He turned to his fellows who shrugged. “Sorry. Human names are a bit hard to remember. They all sound like Barry or Larry. Impossible to remember.”

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“I have another one—how about a dart gun that delivers a psychoactive compound? Something that causes vivid, disorienting visions.” I paused mid-keystroke to stare at her. “I can’t believe you just said something that actually sounded reasonable.” “Hey!!” Tyla protested. Quin snorted. “Alright,” I said, turning back to the screen. “We’ll call that one the Hallucination Dart Gun.” Tyla shook her head. “No, no, no—it needs a cheesier name.” I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” She grinned. “Dream Blaster 3000.”

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

Madam Guller got her hands on the phone but was stumped when it came to picking a username. "What should I call myself?" she asked Rana. Meanwhile, Rana was busy trading jabs with Owen in the stream's chat, not missing a beat. [My name's Little Witch Ran, and guess what? My grandma's on here too, rocking her own account called Ordinary Life.] Madam Guller paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she typed in the ID: Top One.