Gothic Names Novels & Stories

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.

"I see… You stayed uneducated!" "You..." "Enough!" Linda glared at him. "Stop naming them as fruits. Stand aside!" Nicholas always cowered before his wife, so he immediately lowered his head and stepped aside. - In the end, it was Zuko and Lina who decided on their daughter's name—Persephone Hamerton. "Persephone?" Cordelia thought about it. "It sounds lovely! The goddess of spring, then the goddess of the underworld… matches our families very well!"

He sat next to Cale, their knees touching. "Okay, let's look at it," Elion said. "'Mother's Maiden Name'. What did we use last time?" "Smith," Cale said. "That's boring. Can't we give her a cool name? Like... Storm? or... Weaver?" "It is statistically probable," Cale argued. "Smith is the most common surname. It raises the fewest flags. Boring is safe." "Okay, stick with Smith. 'Place of Birth'." "We used 'Unknown, Rural Kentucky'."

"You're building an ancient bloodline out of a coincidence and a girl who nearly drowned in the Merisa pond yesterday." "I'm building a theory out of evidence, which is what you pay me to do," Victoria said, entirely unbothered by my tone, which was one of the reasons she'd kept her position through three alphas and a war. "Her mother's maiden name was Ashgrove. Does that mean nothing to you?" It meant something. I didn't like that it meant something. "Ashgrove was one of the surnames the twelve alphas were hunting during the purge. You know that as well as I do."

A garden bloomed wildly out back, and a fireplace crackled to life with the push of a button. Sophia made tea while Adrian unpacked. Neither said much. They didn’t need to. Later, they sat by the fire, feet bare, a blanket draped over them. Sophia rested her head on Adrian’s lap as he read from a weathered baby name book. “Still against Magnus?” he asked. “Strongly,” she murmured. He smirked. “What about something Latin? Something meaningful?” “Like what?” He turned the page. “Aurelia. Light. Or Leonis—strength.”

The only other options were Your Highness, and Your Grace, both of which I guessed she would love, but would seem rather foolish. “Call me Sephy,” she said in that smooth silky tone. “Everyone calls me Sephy.” “Sephy?” “It’s short for Persephone,” she replied, and took another sip of her champagne before straightening the book in front of her. Persephone? It was such a weird name, reserved only for people who had an obsession with Greek mythology, or who were so wealthy that they wanted their name to stand out. I groaned internally at the name. She must have either changed it when she got married to Aiden’s father, or she came from a family just as wealthy.

"Now, to your question..." “Sorry,” I interrupted. Forget I asked. "I'll be quiet and try not to disturb you." I've only been supernatural for seven years, a fleeting moment for these two men. Sometimes this knowledge hit me in the face. “No, no, I didn't mean to scold you, I just wanted to explain how reticent you often come across when asking about our stories. Underfoot is a common name for gnomes. Dwarves used to live underground; some are still living. So, Underfoot is a surname indicating the place of residence. This is similar to the human nicknames Carpenter or Weaver, names that indicated the person's occupation. This is all."

“The bed is reportedly very large.” “Not helpful, Victor.” ----- Ashford Estate is absurd. Stone towers, ivy-covered walls, and actual gargoyles flanking the entrance. “You grew up here?” I whisper as we pull through the gates. “Summers and holidays.” “Adrian. There are *gargoyles.*” A long pause. “I named them as a child.” “Tell me.” “Gerald and Patricia.” I press my hand over my mouth. He looks pained, which only makes it worse.

Surely, King Davos had no idea of the significance of that to Beatrice and to the humans, and once again she was struck by Beatrice's sheer deviant genius. “Okay, but what about the name people know you as? Nikolai? How about if we hyphenated it? I could be Akari Kingston-Nikolai. Do you like how that sounds? Everyone would know I’m your wife then. You could go by that name too. The Kingston-Nikolai part. Like your father took part of Beatrice's name.”

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.