Valyrian Dragon Name Generator Novels & Stories

I was not sure I wanted to know. For a long moment he was silent, as if considering his response. “There are very few dragons left in this world,” he said. “Every dragon that remains is precious. It was never my intention to harm this one. His name is Valsaurienkachiel. We have fought as comrades in past wars. “That is not to say we are friends,” he added with a hint of laughter. “Exactly. I will take a couple of bottles of wine up with me, and hopefully we will be able to persuade him to part from the book.”

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Prologue Once known as Levy, a normal human being, an unexpected encounter with a dragon forever changed her life during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice's vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation, not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon.

He blessed the baby and secretly whispered to his father, Then we were given proud names that took roots from the northern fighting tribes: Valya and Vragenn. Mother believed that connection with our homeland gives us strength of spirit and purity of mind. Our birth with Vragenn is separated by only a couple of moments, but at the same time we are different as heaven and mountains. We were always like two peas in a pod, and only our eyes gave us away. His yellow ones, which did not yet have such a predatory look, and mine are the color of delicate violets.

"Are you just saying that because you believe it or just because you can't resist contradicting me as usual?" "I believe it," I said quickly. "Doran here is going to be a boy." "Doran?" He scoffed. "Oh please. You can do better than that. I can think of better boy names off the top of my head, and I haven't even been thinking along the lines of the baby being a boy." "Oh. Okay then. Give me... five girl names off the top of your head. Don't think. Don't pause. Go!" "Valerie, Alexa, Donna, Ciara, Lana," he said promptly, ticking each name off his fingers.

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

“That reminds me… we need a name. We’re building more than a pack, we’re building a kingdom. Should we call it Seralyn? Or something else?” Suggestions came flying from every direction. “Moonvale!” someone shouted. “Whitefang Keep!” yelled another. “Daeira’s Den!” Tarin heckled, earning a round of laughter and my tomato-red blush. I rolled my eyes but grinned. “Real funny, Tarin.” Riven leaned close, smirking. “I like Daeira’s Den. Sounds sexy.” Kael snorted, deadpan as always. “Sounds like a bar.” Auren, wide eyed, chimed in. “What about Seralyn though? It feels… right. Like it belongs to all of us, not just one person.”

Something older than kingdoms. Older than history. A name still echoed within my heart. Vaelith. And somewhere beyond the shattered seal... A second imprisoned dragon opened its eyes.