Valyrian Dragon Name Generator Novels & Stories

It felt like tearing a piece of my own soul out of my body. Nara held him securely, lifting him up for all to see. The torchlight danced on his face. He didn’t cry. He just stared out at the sea of faces with a calm curiosity that shamed my own terror. “This child,” Nara’s voice rang out, firm and clear, “is born of war and of hope! His blood is mixed, Rivenborn and Lycan! His existence is a promise!” Her voice rose, filled with a fierce pride. “And his name will not be feared! It will be spoken with honor! I name him Valen Barin Fletch Malach!”

Elena or the dragon? A/N

’ I ask him. ‘Do you have any family names that you want to give to our children?’ He asks me instead. ‘Not really. That’s not how elves work. Why? Is that how it is with dragons? Do you have a family name to pass down?’ I ask. ‘Not a family name, per se, but because I am descended from the earth dragons, I would like my children to have names that mean 'earth', or 'of the earth'.’

He could only blush in shame at his poor sense and lacking naming experience. Kalen thought so hard on the name he wants to give it. He almost wants to give it same name as the original that novel’s author gave it. Then it hit him. He knew what name he wanted to give it. “Shooting Dragon Strike?” “Yeah…, this is it, I love the vibe this is giving. The name alone can instigate terror in my opponents.” “Well, I can always decide to adapt to medieval Chinese fighting culture by shouting out my moves before attacking. Maybe it will seem more intimidating so. This random thought is a decision for later, the best thing is that I’m ready.”

He was the first sky dragon. The next egg to hatch was covered in red and black ridges, glowing from within. It was larger than the other three eggs, almost double in size. So it was no surprise to Oaestr that not one but two dragons hatched from this very special egg. One was as bright as red hot coals, with traces of black on her horns and ears, and the other as dark as night itself. “You my little beauty,” she addressed the brighter of the two hatchlings, “burn like the deepest rivers of fire beneath the earth. I shall name you Faeyr.” The little drakaina began to glow, her eyes alight with red flame. She was the very first fire dragon.

Kaylani says. I turn and see that she’s right. All of the dragons are gone, except one. A small water dragon that likes to stay close to Kaylani. “I can help you practice tomorrow, if you want to try a waterspout,” the little dragon says to me. “What’s your name, little one,” Zephyr asks her. “Morgan.” “A name meaning water for a water dragon. Someone who is true to themselves, I think,” Zephyr tells her.

Darius said, and we both turned to Azrael, who was holding the other little thing. “This little guy is Azel. It means reserved.” He said. I smiled because I love the name. “Azel is a nice name,” I uttered, and he smiled. He also took the baby’s name from his name. “You two are biased! Ariya’s name should be Acius, too! I can’t accept it!” Darius whined. I rolled my eyes at him. He is the king of the dragon and yet he is acting like a child sometimes. This dragon king is bipolar. “Master, you are so cruel to me.”

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

“Let’s head out.” She had driven her SUV and I climbed into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back seat. Getting in, Lila started the car and pulled out. “What are you calling him? I feel like you have run out of good names? Unless you’re actually going to name him after the superheroes.” I grimaced. “No. I have been calling him Vale.” “Unlike your mate, I am not well versed in any mythology, let alone Norse.” Smiling, I shook my head. “Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.”