Dystopian Names Novels & Stories

Porishma struggled to breathe. "I’m the only one who has Davis in my name. Ian, Vin, and not even Dhaani have his name. Ian and Vin have great-grandfather names, and Dhaani has Maa’s name, 'Porishma,' in hers. The whole world knows me as Ansh Davis Grey, and I will only ever use this name," Ansh’s words relieved Davis, but his heart was still uneasy. His inner monster was rising, wanting to tear up the entire Kingdom Gadh.

Johan said with a frown. “Dagon!” the small child chirped. “Eh? What did he say?” Dorin asked. “Dagon!” Aidan said again, thumping his chest. “Me, Dagon.” A small laugh came from Damien’s direction. “It seems he prefers the name you gave him,” he said. “Dagon Aidan.” Seb said in his whispered voice. “He shall be called Czar Dagon Aidan.” he repeated. “That is something you should not say out loud, Silver Tongue.” said Damien. “A person’s real name should remain hidden, lest someone takes it away.”

She lifted her lashes of hope to peer at others for support but they averted their gaze. Ginny stretched her lips in a smile at Aura but just then, "You can name your daughter Medusa, says Brian on the mind link. Or better keep her in the Greek myth and think of a name that will suit our daughter. If you can't do either of the two then just keep your mouth sealed tight." Alpha Damien narrated every word Brian uttered on their psychological link, coming to Aura's defense The name was no good. It sounded evil and belonged to an evil characteristic in the Greek myth. Aura was never going to agree, Damien neither. Their daughter resembled an angel thus she deserved to be named after an angel.

“You once told me you knew of a place for men that needed to get free from abuse. I hope you can help him.” “Oh, I know the perfect place for this one,” the man smiled, his wrinkles bending and crinkling in ways that had me feeling at ease. “Let’s go, Dycin.” Dycin. I always hated that name. It was the first thing I was going to change when I left this place. Hearing a stranger call me by the name was odd, like he was calling me Justin or Laurie. It was just another name. One I didn’t have any emotional ties to anymore.

They had just found out that they were expecting a boy, and were now trying to decide on a name for him. Danielle: What do you think about the name Ashar? Cyrus: Hmm, it's not bad. But I feel like it's a little too popular. I'd like something a little more unique. Danielle: Okay, how about Hazareth? Cyrus: I like that one. It's not too common, but it's still a strong name. Danielle: Yeah, I like it too. Hazareth it is. Cyrus: Wait, what about Pyro?

“In a dream? This looks so real?” She groaned dramatically. “Let’s just do the naming…” “Okay. Let’s hear your suggestions.” “Actually, I have a lot. I mean, I’ve been picking up words here and there, preparing for today,” she paused. “Usually, you’re supposed to do these things, but… you’re Maya… you get stressed by the tiniest of things.” “Tell me the names, else I’ll blurt out the first thing that comes to my head.” “Fine!” she hissed. “The options are: Isariel, Sylara, Nymeris, Eryndra, and Zeryntha. These names stuck with me. So, you just have to pick one.”

“I’ve thought about it a lot, and I want to name them Dante and Dimitri,” she announced, her eyes shining with happiness. There was a brief silence as everyone took in the names, and then smiles spread across their faces. "Dante and Dimitri," Lilah repeated, testing the names on her tongue. "I love it." "Perfect names," Ethan agreed, nodding in approval. "They’re strong names," Kylie said, hugging Evelyn gently. "Just like these little fighters." Evelyn’s mother, who had been on the phone with friends and family, couldn't contain her excitement.

“I asked your name. I want to know the name of the pathetic prick who needs to kidnap a woman to feel powerful.” He paused, “A tiny spark of the fire remains! Good. Don’t worry, Aryn. You will know my name intimately. You will remember it every night when you wake up screaming.” He leaned against the table, running a perfectly manicured finger across the cold steel. “My name is Dimitri. Dimitri Volkov. And I suggest you commit it to memory, because it is the name that will make you shake with terror for the rest of your short, miserable life.”

Because Alexandro, the man who used to be cold and cruel, was now sitting beside me, talking about our babies' names with so much love. "Aurora," I repeated softly. "I love that name." "So you agree?" I nodded. "Alessandro and Aurora. Perfect names." Alexandro smiled. A smile he rarely showed. A sincere smile that made him look like an ordinary man, not the feared mafia boss. "Alessandro will grow up to be a strong man. Like his mother. Aurora will grow up to be a smart and brave woman. Like her mother too." "Alessandro is the name I suggested from the start. But now I think, it would be very confusing if we had two people with almost the same name in this house. Alexandro and Alessandro. Wh

Tessa's reaction involved considerably more volume and an immediate demand to begin discussing names, a conversation that stretched across three separate phone calls and one extended lunch where she presented an entire list, some reasonable, most absurd, all delivered with the same fierce enthusiasm she brought to everything that mattered to her. "What about Isabella," she suggested, scrolling through notes on her phone while we sat in my studio surrounded by half-finished sketches. "Strong, elegant, works in basically every language." "Maybe." "Or Valentina. Very dramatic. Very mafia princess, if we're being honest about the family she's being born into." "Tessa." "I'm just saying, the kid