Gothic Username Ideas Novels & Stories

“Uh… try ‘coffeequeen.’ Or maybe ‘serena88.’ Oh! Or ‘DominicIsAJerk.’” We tried them all. No luck. “What about birthdays?” I suggested. She shook her head. “Never use those. Too easy to guess.” So we started throwing out ideas…. names of pets, favorite places, old band crushes. It turned into a weird kind of game, punctuated by Serena’s groggy laughter when we got particularly ridiculous. But password after password failed and by the time the clock edged past eleven, her head was drooping mid sentence. “Try… hmm…” she mumbled, her eyes closing.

“He has above-average intelligence and should be paired with an intellect to match.” I groan at what is clearly an amateur attempt at ad copy. Marilyn sighs. “I told you it was still pre-beta.” “Give me that.” I click on the edit button at the top of the screen. I say the words out loud as I type. “Twenty-One yearns for a strong woman in his life to tantalize his mind.” “That’s good,” Val says. “But I hate the number for a name.” “Got a better idea?” Marilyn asks. “If we gave them aliases, then you might be thinking of a Lance as a Harold. Whole different connotation there.”

She clicked through a trail of anonymized proxies until one slip—one blip in the VPN chain—caught her attention. A partial username. Seraphim28 Dominique’s fingers froze. That name—it didn’t belong to any of her clients. Not on Domica’s side. But it did belong to something older. A username from a now-defunct poetry forum. One she’d only used once, when she was thirteen. A post about duality, about masks, about pain. She had shared it with one person back then. A boy who called himself “Vox_inferi.” Her childhood neighbor.

“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.”

’ ‘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 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.”

I said, my voice taking on a teasing tone, "we need to think of some backup names too, just in case." Valerie laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "Oh, really? Do you have any other suggestions, Mr. Name Expert?" I grinned, leaning back against the couch and pretending to ponder deeply. "Well, for a girl, how about something unique and strong? Like... Athena?" "Athena?" Valerie repeated, a smile tugging at her lips. "Goddess of wisdom and warfare? Are you planning on raising a warrior princess, Ares?" "Maybe," I said, winking at her. "She'd have to take after her mother, after all. Smart, strong, and incredibly beautiful."

I look at his username. ObsidianShade. Well, ObsidianShade. I will take you up on that offer in a day or two. I close the browser and decide to give in for the night.

She quietly logged in. She did not use her known used name, NULLWRAITH. That name carried too much weight and history. Instead, she typed a simple unremarkable name. OBSIDIAN_13, and no one noticed. As for Florence, she logged in as AZURA, and the room buzzed. That name was famous, feared and respected. Nate also entered her username. VYREX. When the signal flashed green, ROUND ONE STARTED. The game dropped them into a digital battlefield of tight spaces, shifting terrain, and limited weapons.

My hair’s piled on top of my head in a messy knot, my skin bare, my eyes tired but alert. The cursor blinks in the “Create Account” box. Username. I stare at it for a long time. What name belongs to me when I strip away all the ones I’ve been given; Mrs. Hernandez, Dorothy the cancer patient, Dorothy the fragile wife, Dorothy the obedient daughter? None of those fit. Not anymore. RainWitch. I type it in. It feels dramatic in the right way. Private but rebellious. I imagine rain soaking through everything fake until only the truth is left behind. Witches aren’t afraid of being misunderstood.