Fantasy Noble Names Novels & Stories

She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone, “His family name is Breda. They were Italian emigrants. He switched it to Brennus. It is Gaelic for prince or raven. It suits him, eh?” “King?” I mused aloud. “Indeed,” she said. “You mean Geo?” I asked, clearly confused. “That would be his nick name, but the servants certainly don’t call him that,” she said. “What do you call him?” I asked hesitantly. “Milord, mostly,” she replied thoughtfully. “Although a few below stairs call him master.” “Master?” I said incredulously. “For sure,” she replied. “He dislikes the term majesty.”

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."

What I know is that I wouldn't have let go until his eyes popped out of their sockets. “I am sending you gifts, Alpha Benna.“ He responded; his voice was now calm. I furrowed my brows, wondering if I had heard that correctly. Why would he send me gifts when my men were now in his kingdom, destroying everything? Or could it be that they never went out of fear of being caught and are just pulling my legs?

Mage Marcus exclaims. "We've missed your expertise, Mage Serra," Mage Thorne finally speaks up, his tone still guarded. "But may I ask how we should address you now? Will it be Mage Serra or Luna Serra?" "Hmmm, Gideon is already preparing for our renewal of vows, so after that, in public functions, you should refer to me as Luna Serra," I inform them. "But privately, while we are working, Serra is just fine." The other mages exchange glances before nodding in understanding. I can sense the excitement from them, as if they are eager to start working on something new. I smile inwardly. For sure, I will use their talents for myself.

she finally managed to stutter, "I do not know your given name." I raised a stiffened eyebrow. My name? The Keffer wished to know my given name. In her head her crime was her inability to address my title and name. Master Gregory, Madam Catherine.. and I? No one spoke of my name, they merely spoke of grand titles. The Night Wolf, Prince of Demons, Master of Shadows, there were many whispers of my nature around my kingdom. The mere question should have led to her death, for who was she to ask for the given name of an Arc Alpha?

“ What is your name?” “ Delta Kima. Third noble son of House Dikashpu, Tenth ruling house of the Azrez,” the Naga answered. “ What is a noble doing here?” Thora asked. “ I was caught in a bribe with another noble. I was arrested and a few months later was released from my cell and thrown in the back of this carriage,” Kima answered.

I can’t also risk being expose dahil kahit malilimutin itong si Lady Marina, it only applies to people with no standing in the society. Hayssss…. when I thought that noble are all just fun and games pero hindi pala. Being a noble is exhausting, punung-puno ang schedule mo from classes and you can’t just make your own schedule based on what you want to do. And why to all people I certainly remember Hilbert Alucard ay dahil sa kanyang surname. It picks my interest dahil pareha ito sa larong palaging pinag-uusapan ng mga kaklase kong lalaki from my past life. Second is because of his attitude.

Kaelen asked, looking down at the infants with a devotion that eclipsed his role as consort. Elena watched the light dance on the stone wall, her mind tracing the long, arduous journey from the desperate, lonely ruins to the grand, unified throne. She looked at the small, sturdy boy and the bright, spirited girl. "For the son, something that speaks of the foundation we laid—the bedrock that holds this empire together. We shall call him Kaelen Jr., or perhaps 'Stone,' for he is our anchor. And for the daughter, something that speaks of the brilliant light we brought to the north during the eclipse. She shall be Lyra, for she is our dawn."

Meanwhile, Sylvia wished for the earth to swallow her whole. It was utterly humiliating, but she thought a person like her deserved the lowly treatment. ‘How naïve.’ The young lord suddenly appearing in front of her brought Sylvia back to her senses. “Did you not hear me, benefactor?” ‘Hold it in.’ “Ah, well … they’re … all my names, young master.” “You have three names?” he nearly shouted. “But you’re a commoner!” “They’re not like your name, young master,” she said quickly, a little annoyed about having to appease a young, arrogant noble. “My birth name is Sylvia, but my friends like to call me ‘Sylvie’.”

“It’s complicated to explain, but she’s from a noble family. She moved to the palace while she was young and for some reason, the dark prince seemed to take a liking to her,” I shook my head at Rylan. “Don’t call him that." “What?” Rylan blinked in surprise. “The dark prince? It’s an unofficial title. Nothing serious, just how the pack members identify which of the princes they’re talking about." “Even though…" I sighed and stopped walking to watch some soldiers train. “It seems a bit cruel to be named after the color of your eyes." Rylan cocked his head like he had never considered that possibility. “I guess in a way it is,”