Dystopian Names Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I've never thought of leaving you alone." "It was our first meeting five years ago in the fire." "The smoke was too thick. I couldn't remember your face or hear your voice." "But you told me that you like stars. I remember that." "Therefore, I named the two children Braint and Demarion." His low, magnetic voice and his breath blew on her ears, gentle and sultry. "Braint represents a large group of asteroids, forming a mist-like group." "Demarion represents shiny stars."

The restaurant is almost empty, probably because the food here is ridiculously expensive. Maria sits next to Dario. And I sit next to Damien. When the food is brought, Maria digs in like a hungry hyena. I can't wait for the six months to end so that I'll never have to deal with this embarrassing woman again. "Have the two of you thought of baby names?" Maria asks with food in her mouth. "I believe that's none of your business, Maria." I say politely. "I've actually been thinking of a few baby names." Damien says to my surprise. "I looked up a bunch of names online and a few stuck: Reign. Jossett. Priscilla. Snow. Sophia. Camilla -"

"These names are so lazy." Cain kept his eyes on the road, but his mouth thinned. "Silverback was already taken. Silver Mountain would’ve been dumb. Selene already ranted about how uncreative Anatolikos is, so yeah, you’ve got a point." "And Red Valley?" I prodded. "You’ll see when we get there," he grunted. "First is Dytikos. Keep reading." I flipped a page, the paper crisp against my thumbs. "Alpha Fenral and Luna Damara. Then Future Alpha Zaid and his daughter, Mireille. Beta Nyxx and Gamma Sylvan..."

“But it’s not my childhood that matters now. So… Can you already tell us the name of the little heir or is it still a divine secret?” Alexei appeared behind them with a glass of juice and his mouth occupied by half a croissant. “I vote for anything that has ‘Supreme Alpha’ in the name,” he murmured between bites. “Or ‘The Unbreakable.’ Or ‘Lunar Cyclone.’” Dmitry took a deep breath and, with his arm still wrapped around Susan, raised his gaze to the two brothers. “His name is… Demyan.” Alexei’s croissant fell to the floor.

Alaric asked seriously. “Not a brother,” Alex explained gently. “But he will be your playmate. Like a cousin.” “What's his name?” Kaelos asked, smiling warmly at us. Alex and I looked at each other. We had discussed this name months ago, but somehow, as I looked at my child's tiny face, the name felt more perfect than I had imagined. “Damon,” I announced. “Damon Thornton.” “Damon,” Seraphina repeated, smiling. “A strong name. Perfect for an Alpha child.”

I had also been fairly sure it was the best thing I had ever thought of. “Solstrom.” The table went quiet. Not the good kind. “That’s not a name,” Cain said finally. “That’s a weather report.” “It’s sun and storm. Together. I combined them.” “You combined them,” Tempest repeated, without inflection. “It honors both bloodlines.” “It honors a forecast.” “All names were made up once!” “Yes,” Tempest said. “By people who then stopped when they created all the good ones.” Across the table, Leah had both hands over her mouth and her shoulders were shaking. Darien was laughing into his cup, and the fourteen-year-old said, “Solstrom is stupid,” in the flat voice of a boy who has been holding that in

"Of names." "Of considerations." "Read it," Willow said, with the gleam of someone who'd waited her whole life for this. He opened it with enormous reluctance. "Aurelian. Cassian. Thaddeus. Marguerite." "Marguerite?" Darius said. "It's a family name." "Whose family?" "Somebody's." "He's naming our baby after a duchess," I said. "No duchesses," Lyra said, laughing. "Maple," Willow offered. "Maple Dravyn. It sounds strong."

Lyssara. Maevryn. Elyria. Seraphiel. Caelia. Nerissa. Thalia. Veyra. Aurora. Elara. Emmy. Not attempts. Not keys. Not doors. People. And people were never meant to belong to designs.

The caves were Martian territories, newly modified by Humans who found succour, living in peaceful co-existence with the Martians amidst the violent chaos outbreak that drained all positive energy on ‘Dystopia’, the new world after the apocalypse. The inhabitants of Dystopia were classified into three major categories of species which includes: the Human race who were originally from planet Earth, the Martians who came from planet Mars, as well as the vicious Erisians originally from the dwarf planet Eris. Unlike the Martians who look like giant versions of Humans, the Erisians are more of extraterrestrial creatures who look absolutely nothing like Humans. Outside of these three main categor

Preston by the main character. “Wait!” I suddenly realized that my male lead doesn’t have a name. “How about… um… “ Naturally, there was only one name on my mind. But I couldn’t name the character “Tom”, could I? I logged to writers’ chatroom again. “How should I name my psychopath ML?” “What is his nationality?” someone asked. “Asian American…kind of…” “Maybe choose a simple English name?” somebody else suggested. This opinion only made me go back to “Tom” again…