Female Japanese Names Meaning Moon Novels & Stories

"It's an honor to meet the daughter of Lunaria and me. I am Hideyoshi Azai... one of the Moon Goddess' mates." The name, Lunaria, fell into the air like a stone into still water, sending ripples through my chest. My breath stalled. Every beat of my heart thudded harder, sharper, as though the sound alone had the power to split me open. He had said Her name. Lunaria... Mother's name was so beautiful. Just by hearing it was enough to bring chills down my spine. Mother's real name was Lunaria. She was the Moon Goddess of the werewolves and lycans and Goddess of the Universe and Creations.

Maybe because I'm worrying she might be on the edge and I just can't understand it. She snorted. "Nope, I just wanna breath the fresh air. Another thing is, I love the tranquility of that place. You know, the cliff where you brought me last, last day?" "Come on, Jha. We both know you just want a better view of the moon." I said in case that was just it. But then, she beamed which removed the heavy weight on my chest. "Argh! Of course!" She exaggeratingly screamed. "Did you know that the Polynesian islanders of the Pacific Ocean say that the moon is a creator goddess named Hina and the women called wahines are her representative in the world." She proudly said.

With her hands and fingers crossed her head above them watching my every move like a cat watching its prey, I went back and grabbed our glass of juice then sat down. "Tell me something I asked, I didn't get your name, can I find out now?" She smiled again and replied, “My name is Moonlight, Moonlight Jade Monterey…” Hmm mmm, such a good name, your parents named you well, the name fits you as well you are a beautiful girl. Moonlight asked, what her name meant. "Isn't Moonlight weird or unique?" "What do you mean?" No answer. I invited Moonlight to the beach and we danced, played on the beach, and lovingly teased each other with love, and enthusiasm we didn’t get each other’s names.

I nodded my head again only to correct myself and whisper a soft, “yes.” “Good little bunny.” His hand rubbed the top of my head, making me smile brightly as his teeth glistened in the red sun. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the moon that hung on the opposite side of the sky. “Selene is who you saw. She is the Moon Goddess, that is why she has a moon crescent on her forehead.” My eyes trailed to the blue moon, cocking my head to the side in wonder.

This woman is at the top of my most mysterious lists- probably, she and her men. “Why the moon though?” “Ah.” She drawled. The amusement in her eyes never died down. She peered at me over the glass, taking sips before answering. “Luna is moon in Italian.” Right, her middle name is Luna. “Enough about me, tesoro. Tell me about yourself.” She was teasing me. I know that much when her lips start to curve playfully. My eyebrows drew together. “That sounds like a job interview.” She laughs. “It isn’t late for one. After all, you are working for me.”

she finally broke the silence, “I would like for you to ease some of my curiosity” her facial expression softened slightly, though her eyes continued their assault on mine. “I can only try, Alpha” I responded. “Firstly, my name is Hina and you may call me Hina” “As you wish, Hina” “So tell me, Moon Light was eradicated, what? Twenty years ago?” “Seventeen” I corrected her, “Seventeen, sorry. So where have you been all this time?”

With that thought I quickly opened the internet browser on my laptop and searched the meaning of the name Mahnoor, clicking on the first result that appeared and it said. "Meaning of Mahnoor, Mahnoor is an indirect Arabic name for girls that means Moonlight. It is formed from Mah Persian for moon and Noor Arabic word that means light." Moonlight, the meaning really suits her. She really is my moonlight. Moonlight to my dark life or at least will be when I win her trust back. Until then I will have to survive by just looking at her. Which sure as hell is gonna be hard considering how much Leone is getting impatient to meet her wolf.

Even Yin looked confused. Shangguan Ke smiled knowingly at her. "From now on, you will be taking your mother's surname, my surname, which is Shangguan. Since you are my one and only granddaughter, I've decided to give you a very beautiful name. Ying Yue, 映月, so that you will be as beautiful as the reflection of the moon." 'Only the reflection? Hey, you withered fogey. Not even the moon can compare to my beauty! And here you dare say I'm only its reflection? Are you cursing me?!'

This woman is at the top of my most mysterious lists- probably, she and her men. “Why the moon though?” “Ah.” She drawled. The amusement in her eyes never died down. She peered at me over the glass, taking sips before answering. “Luna is moon in Italian.” Right, her middle name is Luna. “Enough about me, tesoro. Tell me about yourself.” She was teasing me. I know that much when her lips start to curve playfully. My eyebrows drew together. “That sounds like a job interview.” She laughs. “It isn’t late for one. After all, you are working for me.”

I slowly got into my bed before telling me to come in. My breath hitched when I saw her in that baby blue sundress.. She looked so beautiful that I wanted to tear it off her and keep her under me. I felt my room lit up just by her presence, like the night lit up by the moon.. Moon.. She is my moon.. In Russian, Luna means moon.. My Luna.. I almost laughed at how she reacted when I called her Luna.. She is jealous that I called her by another name. My sweet luna.. I have to be careful, so I don't get diabetes from her.