Gothic Names Novels & Stories

"Moon above, I just woke up." Magnus crossed his arms. "And yet, we still don’t know the name." "Patience is a virtue," I said dryly. "So is respecting your elders," Cecilia shot back. I sighed, knowing they wouldn’t let me escape without an answer. "His name is Johanis Martin." Silence. Then— "Johanis?" Gregor wrinkled his nose. "Why Johanis?" I clenched my jaw. "Because we liked it." "Are you sure?" Marcus looked suspicious. "You and Luna fought long enough over the first name. This wasn’t a compromise, was it?"

Sir Owin Jasir – (Owen JA-seer) Sira Torila – (Tor-ILL-ah) Sira Andreya – (An-DRAY-ah) Sir Andric – (AN-drik) Sir Garath – (GAR-ath) Sir Devlyn – (DEV-lin) Sir Milos – (MEE-los) Sir Garett – (GAR-ett) The Na’Himara – (Nah-Him-AR-ah) (The Sorceresses) Founder: Keyalla – (Kay-AL-ah) Maajira (Mah-JEE-rah): Vedila – (Ve-DEE-lah) Keyla – (Kaylah) Breya – (Braya) Ciara – (SEE-arah) Luceya – (Loo-SAY-ah) Allayna – (All-AY-nah) Halina – (Hal-EE-nah) Munira – (Moo-NEE-rah)

Though I had to admit I hated the damn things too. But after this pregnancy? We’re buying them by the case!! Autumn was Greta’s middle name and while I was tempted to just pass on the namesake it didn’t fully sit right with me and I couldn’t explain why. But all the guys liked Autumn Rose so there we had it. Even though shifters don’t have middle names, they humor me.

"And you'll never guess what her real name is." Honestly, I'd never thought to ask. Funny, but she would always be Pain to me. "Constance." Alison broke out into peels, the car shaking as she wriggled her whole body while she laughed. "No wonder she went Goth!" I didn't really find it very funny. My family loved odd names, historical names. For example, my name literally translated into 'child of the demon' and my second name, Thaddea, came from my great grandmother. Alison must have realized what she said and how it came across because she stopped laughing and grabbed my hand.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

The conversation flowed with safe topics: the weather, Viktor's travel experiences, and appreciation for American culture. But then Viktor turned to me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Luna Seraphina, I hear you have newborn twins. A son and a daughter, correct?” I was immediately on guard. Mentioning my children was crossing into personal territory. “Yes, Alaric and Celine. They’re two months old now.” “Beautiful names. Alaric is an old Germanic name meaning ‘ruler of all’. An ambitious choice for an Alpha heir.” Viktor took a sip of his wine. “And Celine—French origin, meaning ‘heavenly’. Poetic.”

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

"Indeed," the Priestess agreed, moving toward the centre of the ritual room where preparations were already underway. "Names have power, especially true names given with a mother's love. The Northern Alliance may call him Elias Shadowthorne, but his blood, his soul, knows he is Lucious Blackthorne."

I ask her. "Her middle name was Caterine. Why do you ask?" She asks me. "I would like to name our daughter after her if it is alright with Dante. She was one of the few witches to ever care about the werewolves and she was even a part of this pack in a way. I would like to name my daughter after her to carry on her legacy." I tell her.

This is it, his victory, all of his preparation, his planning, it all leads to this, him acquiring the book. In the past it was called by a lot of different names, it was passed down from a lot of people, families, and even leaders of countries. All of which succumbed to its evil, its malice. The book is an entity by itself, corrupting each and everyone who possesses it. It has already traveled to different nations and countries. It was called by different names; Księga umarłych, Totenbuch, Cartea morților, or its most famous name the book of the dead. The keepers called it “Necromantia”. He turned his head looked down below, the town of Crowsdale looms down in the valley. Lights from hundre