Fantasy Noble Names Romane & Geschichten

“How are you feeling, Nuan-er?” “Nuan? It feels strange to hear my common name said by someone so much higher than me. You should probably call me the name you gave me which is noble lady yu. Lady Yu is something the servants should hear as they report it back to the Duchess. Then when you leave, she will punish me soundly like I deserve.”

And Gia couldn’t help but think that Lonan had become like that because of Willow. “Then what do Alrix and Freya mean?” Bringing up the two little ones would lift Raven’s mood. Gia had never asked before. The corner of Raven’s lips lifted again. His eyes glanced at the rearview mirror momentarily before turning toward a luxurious apartment complex. “Alrix means a nobleman, a lord. Freya means a goddess or princess.” Raven named his children because he had also mapped out their lives to always be on top and in power. In doing so, Raven still showed his dominant nature.

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

Regardless, even I knew better than to question, let alone defy actual witches. So when the singular friend I ever made turned thirteen, I gave him the best name I could think of. Nikolai. As in Nikolai Vlademyre. The unofficial King in our region. So sure that when it came my time to be named I’d get full reciprocity. Ending my bad luck for good.

He said and aimed to take the cloth, but Ashriel stopped him by holding his hand. “It’s okay, Nile. It’s not a big deal.” She said and continued wiping his face and neck. Nile became stiff like a little kid, making Ashriel chuckle. “You said you were once a noble. What name are you carrying?” Ashriel asked. She tried to rack her brain, trying to remember what Noble Family has Brunette hair and greyish-blue eyes. Recalling all the Noble Families under Aparctias and Thrascias, there was only one family with that identity.

His face creeps a smile, then lets out an unexpected introduction. "M'lady, remember my name before dozing off. I am Ridge Raphbarg, the Archduke of the Raphbarg Kingdom." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

I say to Dalon, and he gives me a strange look. “I am trying not to judge the name, but I am struggling a bit here.” He says and I have to remind myself that not all people read fantasy like it is a lifeline. “I named him after one of my favorite book boyfriends.” I tell him and he looks horrified now. “I have to compete with fictional men now?” He asks, making me laugh harder. “My big pup is Abraxos.” I say between laughs when I can actually catch my breath. “Where do people get these names? That can’t be a name for a male character in your books.” He says.

“Am I here to be a spectator?” “What happened earlier?” “A lot of things happened earlier, Alpha,” she replied. I scowled at her. “You know what I am talking about, and don't try to deviate.” “W-what…?” Sabrina stuttered. She was trying to play dumb. “That spell is peculiar to the Vale noble house, Sabrina Flynn, and you're from there.” Sabrina had taken her father's last name rather than the traditional name of the Vale that they were all known as. It was the oldest and strongest noble house as far as this pack house was concerned.

I know it came out gruff, but I wasn't in the mood for half-truths or protecting me from what was going on. It seemed for the first time in my life I was about to get the whole story up front without having to go hunting for it myself. Wonders never ceased. "You noticed she renamed Meira with a prefix." Sassy head-butted my sister gently. "Hathenemeira is a mix of Haralthazar and Henemordonin, your father and grandfather." Meira's hand stroked his fur as he met her eyes. "Both noble names she can be proud of." "But me?" I caught Dad's jaw grinding as he stared at the stone floor while Sassy turned to me.