Gothic Names Novels & Stories

"Body and soul." He looked at me, then at the golden boy in my arms. "We need names," he said. I looked at my son. He had finally stopped crying and was rooting around for milk. "Lucian," I said. It meant Light. "Lucian Blackwood." "Lucian," Killian tested the name. "Strong. A King's name. I like it." He looked down at the girl. "And her?" I looked at her dark hair, her mysterious silence, and the way the shadows in the room seemed to curl affectionately around her blanket. She wasn't the light. She was the beautiful, dangerous night.

Her phone's purpose was for calls, reading novels, watching movies, or playing games. "Fine," she said, pulling out her phone to search. "The name Morticia is most famously associated with Morticia Addams, a character from The Addams Family." Morticia looked at her mother, shaking her head lightly. Her name came from a character in her mother's show. Ava smiled as she continued driving. "Go on." Morticia continued. "The name itself evokes a sense of darkness and morbidity, as it is derived from the Latin word mors, which means death... Wait, death?!" Her eyes flew wide open. "My name means death?!"

It was a name that had been passed down through generations of her family, each adding their own unique touch to it. Verity, meaning truth, was a reminder to always be honest and forthcoming. Carina, meaning beloved, was a testament to the love and affection her parents had for her. And Eirian, meaning bright and beautiful, was a reflection of the radiance that shone from within her. She wore her name like a badge of honor, a symbol of her identity and heritage. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke to Alpha Nero. "I'm eighteen," she said, her eyes meeting his.

I am also Prince Justice Maclean but my other name is Prince Douglas. Do you understand? I don’t want you to mention your correct names. You should find names fast. Girls we have names like, Janet, Rebecca, Felicia, Nora, Beatrice, Lucy, Nancy, Rose, Rosaline, May, Felicity, Lily, Samantha, Monica, Judith, Mama, Lizzy, Kate, Georgina, Fatha, Beauty, Portia, Lydia, Cynthia and others.

I can barely hear his words between the choked sobs of the servant girl. He knows full well that I hate being called Alex, the only person to ever call me that was my beloved mother. I always hated the shortened version of my name and after she died I demanded it never be spoken again. Now he uses the name to remind me of our devastating loss that he still blames me for. Only now my anger was not only for myself, it was for Calliope. I knew the monstrosity that was Constantine Bathory, and when he says concubine he really means unwilling slave.

"Do you mind introducing yourself, Miss?" His arrogance made my temple vein twitch. I forcefully stretched my grimace into an awkward smile while doing my best to hold back my annoyance. "My name is Lilith Fleming… Mr. Gotha," I squeezed out. "Fleming… like Alexander Fleming?" he chuckled mockingly. "Yes. Is there something wrong with my name?" I grunted. "Not at all, Ms. … Fleming," he smirked, looking me up and down. I became slightly flustered. No one had ever questioned any of my numerous identities and last names I made up over the years. How did he know that it was a fake name right away?! I figured that I should change the subject as soon as possible…

“Ayden. It is the Celtic name for fire and reminds me of my vow to you.” Skvoz’ ogon’ i smert – Through Fire and Death “Anastasiya and Ayden. Perfect.” Dimitri responds with her favourite smile dancing on his lips. Resurrection and Fire. An ideal fit for the Baranov name.

He gazed at her luscious pink lips in a daze. Brooklyn laughed, shaking her head. “Are you crazy? It’s Brycen, derived from both our names. The other one is Nikson, meaning son of Nik,” she explained, staring at him for his reaction. “Ah, I see. Nice names, quite unique I must say. I like them,” appreciated Nikolas as a sense of relief washed over Brooklyn. At least he liked the names of his sons! “Thank you for bringing them into the world. I don’t have words to describe how overwhelmed and wonderful I am feeling right now,” said Nikolas, gazing into her eyes as he stroked his babies softly on their heads. Brooklyn stared at his reaction to them with awe. She had never imagined that he woul

“I don’t understand.” She smiled. “Travanni reminds me of Transylvania, home of Dracula. Mortimia, well, Mort translates into dead. Mia translates into me. Dead me.” He chuckled now. It was a nice sound. “I see. Are there any other siblings with strange names?” “I have an older brother. He got stuck with Count. Again with the vampire theme. Count Dracula. She said it means noble but we’re on to her.” Shut up, she ordered herself but then the New Species laughed. She relaxed. “She’s weird but we love her.”

“How do you differentiate between them and the second generation?” "They all trainned us, so all second-gen know them. Besides, they have weird names: Gotham, Ghost Crow, Shadow, Mist, Fire, Scar, Poison, etc. It's like a den of vipers. It's not their real names, but even they don't remember their actual names." "What about you?" Her eyes hold mine, hostage, appearing darker late at night. "Is Ethan your real name?" “It is. This is the name my mother gave me.” “How about your last name? Is it Hunter?”