Female Greek Names Novels & Stories

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

Her mind was quick to pic up on her Greek name, her official name she tried not to widen her eyes but the subtle movement was seen by him, “W-what are you talking about? W-whos that?” He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled er off the road towards a building. He trapped her between his arms wanting to dig deeper. “I should think a Greek would know the name of the Greek goddess of fate.” She couldn’t hide from his piercing eyes. She tried to look away but he grabbed her chin forcing her to look into his eyes. Andi wanted to disappear. But instead, she became defiant. “What makes you think that all Greeks know about them? Could be that we aren’t taught or the simple fact that I didn’t pay atten

I laughed and he seemed remarkably glad to see me do it. — Your mother, Juliette Broz, a Polish woman who came to live in the United States at the age of eighteen, chose the name Hera because she is the Greek goddess of protection of the family and marriage and I chose Nix, it's strange, what I know, but it means goddess of the night. Julie wanted you to be special so what better than to be special with weird names? — Seeing it like this, I even like it — it was true, who wouldn't like to have the name of a goddess? — And what is Winter?

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.

I thought she had a striking profile, and as if she sensed my gaze, she spared me a glance, and my heart skipped a beat. She lowered her gaze almost immediately and continued to walk away, her packed ponytail dangling behind her slim swan-like neck. It happened so fast that I thought I was hallucinating. Although I could be mistaken, I believe her eyes were gray - an enthralling sight. The name tag on her chest said Athena, after the Greek goddess of war.

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.”