Gothic Names Novels & Stories

“Please don’t hurt Adonis... He has gone through so much already…” He grinned demonically, extending his arms wide. “Then come to me, wife.” My hand clenched around Cora’s wrist like a vice as I spat, “Never.” Saint nodded slowly. “There is something I would like to mention though. Everybody in the dark underground calls him Ace. And I learned it is actually his second name. How the fuck did you let some stupid man give my fucking son a second name, just because of money? Because of this golden mansion?”

he raised a brow at me. I stared around the area for a fleeting second before turning to him. "Something like Aethereia, Luminaria, Floraison, those are far better names. Unique and not commonly found. But if you want something common, maybe floral falls or a petal oasis; no offense to your name, but Jack Russell sounded like something an obnoxious teenager would name a field as lovely as this." "Offense taken," Jack's glare intensified. "Besides, I like Aethereia, what does that mean?"

She chuckles and nods, “Do you have any name suggestions? Two boys, who’ll be princes, right?” He nods, “So, we need strong names. Like Leonidas… or Perseus… or Hector.” He chuckles, “You have a thing for Greek names?” She shrugs, “Leo, Percy, Heck. Okay, maybe not Hector, but still.” He chuckles then nods and thinks, then he looks at her, “Would you consider Simon or David?” She furrows her brows and looks at him,

- Ambrose means the immortal divine, and it's also a Greek name. - Atieno, which is an African name, means born at night - Afanas's name has quite the same meaning as Ambrose's name, which is immortal, the only difference is the origins of the name – since Afanas' name has a Russian origin. - Aldon's name is the most unique one since it wasn't as feisty as the other names. It means the old friend, also a wise protector. It's an Anglo-Saxon name. After the king shows up in his office, and just before he starts the meeting – As everyone showed respect to the king, including the members of the coven.

“Would you be okay with a shifter name if it sounded more royal to you?” The queen picks up her goblet again and takes a dainty sip. “I could be persuaded with the right-sounding name.” “Lowell?” She shakes her head. “Sounds like the name of a baron. The second son of a baron, to be precise.” This is unbelievable. My mother is going to shut down every name I suggest until I give in to what she wants. How am I going to explain this to Emory? She might like my mother, but she hasn’t grasped just how domineering Queen Agatha can be.

“Alright, I’m listening.” “For a girl, Alexandria. For a boy, Alexander.” Xander’s smile widened. “I actually don’t hate it. I really like them.” I beamed. “For a second boy, Rowen, as a nod to Devin’s Gaelic heritage. And for a second girl, Annika, after my grandmother. Middle names could be our parents’ names—Alexandria Lauren, Annika Adele, Alexander Richard, and Rowen Luhan.” Devin let out a whistle. “Shit. I love them all. I say we scrap the rest and go with Arya’s list.”

Caroline closed the door before she sighed. I think I will never guess what they have in store for my birthday ball then, she mused before she got ready for bed as Lexi was helping her out of her gown and changed into a nightgown. ***** “Did you find the information that I wanted from you?” Daniel asked his butler before the old man gave the papers that contained all the names of a Lady with Caroline as their first name. “There are not much of Ladies from the Gentry that have that name as well as from the peasants, my lord,” the butler said as Daniel was scanning the names.

“After your mother.” My throat tightens. “Hope Beatrice Kingston.” “Or Caldwell-Kingston,” he smiles. “Whatever you want.” “Hope Beatrice,” I repeat. “I like the sound of that. It’s meaningful.” “I love it too. However, what if our baby turns out to be a boy?” He asks. “Well… I am thinking Ares,” I finish without hesitation. “Ares?” “Greek god of war,” I explain. “Strong. Fierce. A fighter. Also we can add Nicholas as a middle name. What do you think?”

“Penelope or Nicola…” He glares at me. “We’re not naming our baby after your Bridgerton…” I smile sheepishly… “How did you know?” I ask. “I read the books over the last week. And I saw the ads. Nicola is the actresses name and Penelope is her character’s name. I’m not letting you name my child after smut…” he glares at me. I pull a face. “It’s not smut…” I deny it. “Then what do you call the threesome?” he asks.

“We need to start finalizing names. Two weeks is not a lot of time.” Ana hums softly. It’s the most relaxed sound I’ve heard from her in days. “Something strong,” Greta continues. “But not too… intimidating.” Ana shifts slightly. “No weird names.” Greta laughs. “Define weird.” “Anything that sounds like it belongs to a seventy-year-old Alpha with ten wives.” Despite myself, the corner of my mouth twitches. Greta flips a page. “Okay… what about Adrian?” Ana shakes her head. “Too common.”