Female Greek Names Novels & Stories

She applied for citizenship after the years and the King granted it, changed her name to a Galdrish name but everyone stuck with Xena. Twisthat and Timothy bowed, snickering. She was the first of their foreign line to ever live amongst them and marry one of them. Not to forget the sacrifice she did to save the Galdrish's general. She was then recorded as a legends, a Greek legend. When she had given birth to three beautiful daughter year after year. They had termed them the Princesses of Greece. The girls had to leave the village and were raised in a place no one knew of them or their family. Being labelled ‘Poor Orphans'.

A low rumble vibrates his chest as he glares at the Goddess kneeling before me. “Hush, pup,” she shoots him a stern look, and he quiets up, settling back into my lap. “I am known as Diana, Aphrodite, Persephone, and what else have you, according to your human mythology. But I prefer Diana or Aphrodite if you must call me anything.” “So, you’re all of those women?” I ask, my eyes narrowing, questioning her truth. Not sure I fully believe what she is spouting.

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

Blue As Artemis predicted Abigail shows up with Alan. Ha, I just noticed all their names start with A. Maybe I should consider changing my name to something with an A then we could be The A Team. When we all load into Artemis’s car, I pull up the search engine on my phone and search Greek god names for women that start with the letter A. There aren’t many but I find one that isn’t so terrible. Aella…it means whirlwind…some how that fits me rather well.

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

Athena looked at her lovingly and said. “My daughter will be called “Freya” as it is the name of Goddess of love, beauty, war, and death. My daughter’s birth will bring peace and prosperity into your tribe for a long time Eos and it will be so till she leaves you one day for she has to fulfill the purpose of her life’s but she will return after the period of exile and restore your glory.” “Freya! What a beautiful name.” Ariana said taking her into her arms and kissing her forehead then looked at both Eos and Athena and said.” Freya Glaros.”

“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?”

I double over in laughter at the sheer passion in her voice. “Alright, sorry. Four? So three more?” She nods, uncertain once again. “I like it!” “We still need a name for this little one?” “How about Athena, the Greek Goddess of wisdom?” I ask, leading Allie down the hall to Tabatha’s room. She looks down at the sleeping form of our daughter. “Athena Avalon Astor? That's a lot of A’s, but I like it!” I stop outside Tabatha’s room. “You want her to have my last name as the ‘last’ name and not yours?”

Dienara was her first name, and it meant man destroyer. But the name didn’t portray who she was, so she was given Desdemona, meaning misery and ill fate. Desdemona- a useless wolf others maltreated for fun. She was a cursed Omega- a flower trapped within the four-kilometer-long wall of Razgriz Pack, where her sorrow resided, with longing desires, no tender touch of dewdrops at dawn, nor a gentle breeze to carry her on.

” Asteria’s voice, solid and unbreaking, as she calls out. “I call to you, as a daughter from your line, blessed by the Goddess! I call to you as Iris Delos Asteria! Your daughter, your blood!” She continues. “Hear her name and heed her call! Aurora Eos Ceres! Hear us!” Asteria calls. “Her wolf, an extension of herself. Hear her name and heed her call! Arrina Cyra Theia! Hear us! Our names now spoken, so shall they be heard!” The wind whips around the circle, now populated with the women of my line, apparitions circled around us hold hands.