Futuristic Names Novels & Stories

It wasn’t flimsy. It was thick, creamy stationery—the kind that felt old-fashioned, like the letters in period dramas her mom binged late at night when she thought Ava was asleep. The kind of paper that didn’t belong in their house, where most communication happened through half-shouted conversations over running faucets and clattering dishes, or more often through texts that could be ignored. Her name was written across the front in looping black ink: AVA. No last name. No return address. No stamp.

I giggle, “I don’t mind it. I’m not big on silence, to be honest.” “That’s good, because in like two months, it’s going to be hella loud in your life,” Sin grins, his eyes dipping to my stomach. “Name?” “Not yet. We haven’t had a chance to discuss it.” “He’ll be the next Alpha, so you have to make it something cool. Hmmm,” he purses his lips, darting out the tip of his blue tongue at the corner. “Ivan… No. Lucien is kind of badass. Vincent or Viktor give off Russian mob vibes. You should totally go with a mafia name,” he shakes his head. “Run it by me when you come up with something. I’ll tell you if it sounds lame.”

One day, as they were sitting on the couch, Mino turned to Adelaide and said, "You know, I've been thinking. We should name the baby something really unique." Adelaide raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" she asked, curious. Mino thought for a moment. "How about 'Zephyr'?" he suggested. Adelaide laughed. "That's a bit too unique, don't you think?" she said. Mino shrugged. "I don't know. I think it's kind of cool." Adelaide smiled. "I think we can come up with something a bit more normal," she said. Mino grinned. "Okay, but I'm still voting for 'Zephyr'."

Layla retorted with a frown. “I am thinking of Alexandria or Carilo,” Lucius suggested. Darius nodded, considering the options. "Strong names, I like that. But what about a mix of traditional and unique?" Lucius leaned forward, intrigued. "Go on." Darius grinned. "How about Adrian? It has a classic feel, but it's not too common. Plus, it works for a boy or a girl." Layla's eyes lit up. "Adrian... I like that. What do you think, Lucius?"

Tiny Slim announced. "A worthy ambition, boss. I support you a hundred percent! Let's eat, Maru!" Fatty Feng seconded. * * * Approximately a trillion years later... “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Nameless.”

"That's alright, your brother seems like an interesting person haha, anyhow, I was just flipping around the letters in my name and I just came up with this really cool sounding one! I still like Julian though, that name suits your calm nature." "What is it? Do tell me!" "How about Zyrus?" "Oh... wow that name sounds amazing! much more amazing than anything I could ever come up with, I'm buying it! Mez and Zyrus haha I like that, yours ends with a 'z' mine starts with a 'z' perfect!"

Something without a name. Something with many.

“You’re mad.” “And you love it,” Syra smirked. Luiz groaned, scribbling. “This is going to kill me. But it’ll be art.” Linda nodded slowly. “It’ll feel like home. Not just another cold structure.” “Just one thing,” Jackson added. “What are we calling this style?” Yeah, right, we do need a name for that. “Let’s name it what it is,” I say softly. “A fusion. SoulModern. Nairobi’s past kissing its future.”

“Yes. Some of you already know her. She is Serena, and she is my fated mate. She is the future Luna of this pack.” The silence that followed was heavy, but then, as if on cue, the pack erupted into cheers. Warriors slapped each other on the back, and even the injured managed to smile. For a pack, a mate meant hope—a Luna meant stability, an heir, and growth. “Serena will lead beside me,” I said, my voice cutting through the noise. “And we will protect her at all costs. She is our future.” The warriors raised their fists, their voices blending into a single chant: “For our Luna! For Crescent Grove!”

Suppressing a blush, I tried to concentrate on the discussion. This feeling was so new, nothing like had ever known before. This love felt so free and frivolous. It felt like I was falling in love for the first time in my life. No. It didn’t feel like falling at all. It felt like I was rising in love. Soaring freely in the bright blue sky towards a sun as gentle as the moon. “So, leader, can you suggest a name for our alliance and a means of communication?” King asked. “I’ll need some time to prepare an uninterruptible and encrypted means of private communication among us. It should be ready by the next meeting. As for the name. Let’s call ourselves SW.” Kian said.