Heroic Names Novels & Stories

“I do not know, Autumn, I suck at this. You should buy one of those Baby Names books when the time comes.” Autumn finally cracked and laughed. “I was joking when I asked you but now that you seemed to give it a thought. How about boys? What would you name a baby boy?” “This one’s easy,” I smirked. I loved how random our talks were sometimes. “Aragorn from Lord of The Rings, Niklaus, and Kol from The Originals, Ash aka Ashley Williams from The Evil Dead Trilogy, Yoda from the Star Wars cos he’s a legend, Mr. Deadpool aka Wade Wilson, and last but not least, Severus Snape from Harry Potter because he made me believe in true love with his amazing one-word quote: always.” I took a deep breath, f

A name that was strong, gentle, or one that embraced both light and dark? She began the list, each name carrying its history and weight: Eira (for snow, for purity, for the night she almost left) Liora (for light, for the morning after rescue) Seren (for peace, for the quiet she longed for) Ash (for what remains after fire, for rebirth) Kellan (for strength, for the father’s courage she both loved and resented) Mira (for kindness, after her oldest friend) Rowan (for healing, for protection)

Having had enough, my shoulders dropped and a deep sigh left my lips, and I sat back again resolved. “Okay, hit me, what are their names?” Gael looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, “Our boys are named, HAVOK and KHAOS.” “Say what now?” I cocked my head like I hadn’t heard him correctly. “Yeah, you heard me right. Havok and Khaos, our future Ulfheonars are named Havok and Khaos.” He laughed as he made sure to pronounce every syllable. It took me a while to reconcile that one. What was the Goddess thinking? As I listened to my mate tell me the future of our sons and the trajectory that our life now took all I could do is hold my tummy and smile. Gael thought I’d blown a gasket

“What would you have named him, if this was just your choice?” I blinked. “Oh, no. I’m not doing this alone. But…” I hesitated. “I used to keep a journal. Back before the war. I wrote down names I liked… just in case.” Xander’s eyes lit up. “Tell me.” I closed my eyes and recited softly, “Thorne. Lucian. Kieran. Alaric. Funny how it turned out to be the name of the alphas of the other packs.” “Kieran,” he echoed. “That’s got a nice bite to it.”

“After your mother.” My throat tightens. “Hope Beatrice Kingston.” “Or Caldwell-Kingston,” he smiles. “Whatever you want.” “Hope Beatrice,” I repeat. “I like the sound of that. It’s meaningful.” “I love it too. However, what if our baby turns out to be a boy?” He asks. “Well… I am thinking Ares,” I finish without hesitation. “Ares?” “Greek god of war,” I explain. “Strong. Fierce. A fighter. Also we can add Nicholas as a middle name. What do you think?”

Hector’s eyes dropped to them for a moment before coming back up, and as we stared at each other I realized that I couldn’t for the life of me tell what was going through his head at this moment. This wasn’t unusual though, and as the silence turned pregnant with words unspoken I waited to get some sign from Hector that would let me launch into what I had to come to tell him—an apology, or a reprimand. He gave me nothing though, letting out a tired sigh after sometime and tilting his chin back upwards once more. I began to tense, interpreting this as a dismissal until his smooth baritone cut through my thoughts like a knife through butter. “My mother used to be obsessed with the classics,” h

“We should get going.” “That’s the spirit, Sam.” Katie playfully jabbed my shoulder. “It’s Samson.” They gave me a perplexed look. “Samson Roche, that’s my full name.” “Oh, I remembered the Blood Eagles called you, Samson,” Katie said. “Like the Hebrew hero, right?” Zeki asked. “Yeah.” “Wow, so the enemies knew your name before we did, huh?” Alex said in deadpan. I chuckled sheepishly, “I’ll tell you everything about that and how I got inside Hammerhorn when we have time. But you can still call me Sam if you want to.”

My warriors had fought, my people had celebrated, and now, they would offer words of honour, words meant for me and me alone. I tilted my head slightly, feigning humility, though anticipation coiled tight in my chest. My heart pounded, not with fear, but with the raw exhilaration of knowing that soon, I would hear my name exalted in ways beyond mere chants. Perhaps they had prepared an honorary title. 'The Unyielding Alpha' or 'The Wolf of Conquest' or probably 'The King of the Moon'. My mind raced, imagining the weighty words they would bestow upon me. After I defeated the pack of rabid rogues, saving not only my pack but the dozens of packs that were located in close proximity to the Pinew

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.