Cool Greek Names Novels & Stories

"That is a beautiful name. Which reminds me, this manor also has a name, doesn't it?" I nod. "Very true, the name of the manor is 'Cadmus', who was the first Greek hero in Greek mythology," I say as-a-matter-of-fact. "Yes, before you ask, my father was a great fan of mythology. He named all of our properties using names from different myths." She giggles and then thinks about something, I read the wheels spinning in her head. "If you could put a name to a new place, like a new house or new piece of land, what would it be?" She asks.

She responds, holding her plump belly. "Perfect. We should be able to have all three of the bridesmaids wear matching dresses if that is what you prefer, Miss Latmus. Now," she turns back to me, "my paperwork says your name is Iokaste but you go by Kas. So unique, what’s the origin of such a pretty name?" "It's Greek. My parents were both from there. It means violet." "That's beautiful! Steeped in tradition, I'm sure." "Oh, yes ma'am. I mean Sheila. Deeply steeped in tradition. Also, please just call me Kas." I hear the girls giggle beside me.

JULIE "Yeah, sure. Call me Nick or Nicholas," he suggests and heat coats my cheeks when I realize he just asked me to use his pet name if I like. "Okay.. so how about — um… Nick?" I say, almost whispering the words. I am not sure if I sound pleasant or nervous. Whatever it is, I am surely nervous right now. His name is pretty, to be honest. Nicholas — a Greek name, if the knowledge is still in my mind. And it means the "victory of people". It is a strong and bold name, perfect for a bold and humble man like him.

Middle Middle smiled and started searching for names on her phone. “Goddess, I wish I could change my name,” she said to me. I looked at a couple of names on the screen, but none of them caught my attention until an idea crossed my mind. “I don't have to change my name, I just have to use my middle name: Elefthería. Elefh...” “Elefh... I like it,” Middle said with a snap. “Well, Elefth, it's time to choose your dress.”

he says, rolling his eyes. I pout at this, knowing it’s the truth. Isabella is extremely common back in Sicily as well. As we let the name linger in the air, another option floats into our conversation. “What about Gia?” I suggest again, a touch of excitement in my voice. “It's a name that exudes warmth and vibrancy. It means ‘God's gracious gift,’ and that's exactly what our little one is." Giovanni seems to wince and shakes his head. “That name comes with memories I wish to not revisit,” he says, and that immediately shuts me up. No way am I naming my daughter after an ex-flame of his.

“Before we go to your estate, can we drop by home for a second, I need to pick up Percy.” Nicole looked away from her window towards Salvatore who was driving the car. “Percy?” “My husky, Persephone,” “You…you have a Siberian Husky named after the Greek goddess of spring?” Salvatore chuckled. “Why not Khione - the Greek goddess of winter?” “Ha-ha, make all the fun you want, I need to pick her up. And I named her Persephone because she loves spring and rolling around in flowers,” Nicole scrunched up her nose at his teasing. “You don’t mind dogs, right?”

" [1] Erida (fighting, quarrel, rivalry) — is the Greek goddess of strife and discord. [2] Nocté, Nyx (night) — is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. [3] Ereb (darkness, gloom) — representing the personification of darkness in Greek mythology. [4] Adamas (from ancient Greek - "irresistible") is a mythical metal that served as material for the tools of the gods. Adamas is the ancient name for a diamond [5] Cyanea capillata — a species of Scyphozoa, discophoran class.

She kissed him again, and he laughed—warm, genuine, filling the room. “Summer,” he said, turning to me, “like warmth after winter. You really did name her after Helios, didn’t you?” I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “No—I didn’t name her after your brother.” “Oh. I just thought… well.” He scratched the side of his eyebrow, looking sheepish. “You know our names are all from Greek mythology, right?” I nodded. The Gallaghers were famous for it—Hades, Apollo, Artemis. All pulled straight from ancient legends.

"Is that why she's so tall? And why she has cheekbones that looks like they've been personally carved by the sculptor? And why she has an amazing body figure?" Wesley chuckled. "It's not that. Your mom is blessed. Beautifully blessed. And somehow, it might be true. Girls from Greece are exceptionally tall and beautiful." "Is that so? So what's her Greek name then?" I eyed Wesley, indirectly begging him not to tell her because I knew she would tease me with it. "Calliope." "Cali--what?" "Calliope. That's your mom's Greek name. It means beauty. So you see, somehow her beauty is generational or from their genes, or whatever that shit. But hell, you should see her mom. Her mom is ve-ry beautiful

"Don't force it." I scoffed but didn't bother to reply. To hell with that thing. "Maybe we should check out the intricate designs around the object," Cooper suggested and I looked up. "There might be something there." For once, the immature pureblood had contributed something productive. Twirling the cylinder around with meticulous eyes, nothing was out of place. Just some detailed designs and what not, but when my eyes landed on a Greek word engraved in the middle, I frowned. "αίμα"