Gothic Names Novels & Stories

I add Denali, Yukon, Mako, Aspen, Aurora, Luna, Indigo, Sasha, Kyra, Kira, and a few others. I type “wolf names” into the search engine and the second site excites me. The names are dire wolves, the mythological-like dogs, adopted by the Stark children on HBO’s Game of Thrones. I’m a huge GOT fan. The names include: Ghost, Lady, Summer, Nymeria, Shaggy Dog, and Grey Wind. I quickly move my curser to number two on my list and insert Nymeria, Ghost, and Lady. This moves all other names farther down the list of possibilities. I circle Nymeria, as Arya Stark is a favorite character of mine.

"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!"

Elena says in awe. “They are a strange species. But Dracula's bloodline has a thing for destruction,” “What are you saying?” Rachael asks. “Mors et tempestas, death and the storm. That was the name they called Dracula's sons. Centuries ago, they destroyed villages and toppled civilizations. Individually they were called Mortem and Tempestas, but together, Mors et tempestas. When The Storm came, he brought Death with him. If you met them back then, you would all be dead,” Marcel finishes his drink.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Felicity responded, "Did you see that? It's extremely dissatisfied with the names you're giving it!" Vermont chuckled. "Do you have any better ideas, then?" "We've got to give it a more imposing name that is aristocratic, yet down to earth," Felicity said. "Nikola Blockhead? Or, James the Ruler? Which one do you think is better?" Vermont asked. Felicity was speechless. "Have you ever been to school? You're so uncultured. Not a single animal would like those names."

The cemetery held such a powerful mix of emotions—energy, sadness, and heaviness—that left me in awe. I moved the light over the area, revealing a towering tomb that dominated the back right corner. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding to the mystique. It was exactly where the star on the map had indicated. The name Gomez was carved into the highest point of the mausoleum in a font reminiscent of Old English. A small plaque on the side of the structure, covered in mineral buildup from years of weathering, displayed six names with middle initials.

He even gave me directions to their gravesite, which was located in a nearby cemetery. My Father's name was Wirtz Frankenstein, My Mom's name was Mary Frankenstein, My sister name was Beatrice Frankenstein and my name..... My name is Gregory Frankenstein and belong to the Frankenstein family. I smiled bitterly at the realization of my real name. "Gregory Frankenstein" i echoed

Ashton knows that she passed away from breast cancer when I was only four years old. Ashton maintains strong eye contact with me, showing his attentiveness. "I can't quite remember her features, but I can still hear her soft voice as she called my name. That's all I have, just my name." Lennox. She chose that name for me. She could have named me Edward Nathaniel Burke, after my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, continuing the long legacy of men before me. But she decided differently. Apparently, she had a fondness for the old film adaptation of The Great Gatsby, so she named me after the two lead actors.

I double over in laughter at the sheer passion in her voice. “Alright, sorry. Four? So three more?” She nods, uncertain once again. “I like it!” “We still need a name for this little one?” “How about Athena, the Greek Goddess of wisdom?” I ask, leading Allie down the hall to Tabatha’s room. She looks down at the sleeping form of our daughter. “Athena Avalon Astor? That's a lot of A’s, but I like it!” I stop outside Tabatha’s room. “You want her to have my last name as the ‘last’ name and not yours?”

“I was thinking of them on the way here.” Zen says, in a way that sounds a little like protest “It hasn’t been that long, My Lady.” “Out with it then.” I give him a look “You’ve already decided on the names, haven’t you?” The way he’s pointedly avoiding my eyes tells me I hit the nail on the head. “Letum and Interitus.” Some part of my brain instinctively knows what the words translate to. Death and Destruction. Really, he chose the most basic names with in fancy words. I shake my head slightly with a smile.