Gothic Names Novels & Stories

"Mom's maiden name was Grim. Grimwylde was a variation she used to include him. Make him a part of us." I start to shake my head. "I don't...what do you mean by that? I don't—" Then it hits me. Grimwylde. Grim. Wylde. The gasp that leaves my lips is loud and takes a chunk out of me. I grow weak in the knees and have to hold onto the table to keep myself upright. "Wylde? Golen Wylde?" It can't be. I refuse to believe that any of this is real.

He dismantled it expertly within seconds, putting it back into his briefcase. Wilbur shook his head at the sight of the fragmented pieces of flesh littering the ground, turning back to the assassin. "What's your name?" "Purple Rose." "Dude, I'm not asking for your codename. Tell me your real name." "Gertridge Quick." Wilbur widened his eyes. He stared at Purple Rose, or rather, Gertridge Quick. After some time, he finally asked, "What were your parents thinking, giving you a name like that?" "My last name's Quick! What's wrong with being called Gertridge?" Gertridge shrugged. Both those names were fine separately, but it was a little strange once put together.

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.

But I wasn’t one who would just idly stand by. One by one they introduced themselves to me. I was right in guessing what they were by how they looked. Lord Bates wasn’t married neither was King Lysander, both seem to be young. Bates did have a top witch advisor Belinda. I was getting annoyed at the names by this point, Belinda, Lucinda, and Roselinda. Why was Linda so popular as part of a name? I thought it might be a cultural thing but there was two different cultures represented, Fae and Witches. Or I was really in a book and this book’s Author was horrible at naming its characters. What ever time to move on.

You must call me by my Christian name. ‘I don’t know your Christian name.’ ‘It is Nero.’ ‘Nero?’ Kate was surprised. Then she laughed. ‘Of course. Nero. Black. What a wonderful name. It’s ... it’s so unusual.’ ‘And you are Kate, yes? Another short name. I like short names. They suggest strength, don’t they? Short and to the point.’ Then he sighed. ‘But, yes, Nero is unusual. And it suggests, as you say, blackness. It was a black day for my mother when I was born.’

’ ‘Rubber,’ I suggested. ‘Not bad, but has other connotations. Friction Man, or Potholer. I’m getting into this now. Bottom Boy, Chimney Sweep, Cracker. Be classical. Zeus, or biblical ... Onan. No, he may not get that one. Ask him what he would like to be called and think of a name for yourself. Go for Mary Magdalene or Venus. Choose a woman known for her promiscuity.’ ‘Fanny Hill?’ ‘Excellent. Just Fanny will do. It says it all. Kitty is another one.’

We laughed out loud again. “And you slept with a princess. How cool is that?” It Sax. “Fuck you.” “See?” Amused, Sax pointed his finger at me. “In love.” “He never froze when someone called him, but Langston is how she calls her, isn’t she?” Linden joined forces with Sax. “Because I call her Storm.” “Is that her real name?” “She has six names.” “What’s with royals and their long names?” Kye came in. “Yeah, so as her brother. Carly is Carlott Laylin Jemaine Storm Gattewarde Braynburd.”

She opened it slowly, flipping through until she found the page she’d marked. “Look at the names,” she said, turning the book so I could see clearly. “Every witch that was either exiled or executed had a middle name starting with ‘Gaz’—Gazana, Gazriel, Gazintha. The pattern repeats itself. And guess what Gazelle’s full name is?” “Don’t tell me…” I muttered, already connecting the dots in my mind. “Gazelle,” she said. “Full name: Gazelle Amora Black.”

“She needs a name that’s… elegant. Timeless.” Damien nods, his expression softening. “Okay. How about Grace? Simple, elegant, and fitting for our little miracle.” “Hmm,” Carol hums, tilting her head thoughtfully. “It’s pretty, but I don’t know… It doesn’t feel unique enough.” “Alright,” Damien says, scratching his chin. “How about Aurora? It means dawn, and she’s like the start of a new chapter for us.” Carol smiles faintly. “Aurora Crawley…” she tries it aloud but then shakes her head. “It’s lovely, but it feels a bit… princessy.”

he asked. “I don’t know….” “You’re definitely not going to find anything online about them, lil girl. Christian keeps that stuff scrubbed.” “No, I know,” I assured him. “It’s not that. I just want to put a name with the monsters, that’s all.” He sighed loudly. “Their names are Giovani and Zabrina,” he said. “Now, have a good night, Cass, and I’ll talk to you later, okay?”