Hunger Games Names Ideas Novels & Stories

Amelia nearly fell from her chair. "That's insane." Arsen ignored her. He opened the notebook. "Option one." "No." "Mother, I haven't even said it yet." "No." Mr. Vale rubbed his forehead. The debate officially began. For nearly three hours, names flew across the room. Traditional names. Modern names. Names inspired by kings. Names inspired by stars. Names inspired by historical leaders. Names inspired by famous scientists. At one point Amelia suggested naming the baby after herself. Everyone rejected the idea immediately.

“Have you?” “Only every day.” Nathan smirked down at me. “You go first.” “Okay,” I said with a laugh. “Adam.” “Hmm… Too basic,” Nathan said. “How about Leonard? Leo for short.” I made a face. “No way am I naming my child Leonard. What about… Henry?” “Oh, so Leonard isn’t good enough, but Henry is okay?” Nathan teased gently. “As if that’s any less old-fashioned.” My cheeks tinged a slight pink blush as I realized that Nathan was right. “Okay, okay,” I said softly. “What about Alvin?”

Let him show me how he sees me—as someone strong enough to survive loss and brave enough to try again. Afterward, we lie tangled together, his hand resting on my bump. “We need to think about names,” he says. “I know.” “Nothing that sounds like Ayana.” “Agreed. She needs her own identity.” “What about Hope?” Amon suggests. “Because that’s what she represents.” “Too on the nose. Everyone will know why we chose it.” “Fair point.” We lie in silence, thinking. Outside, Kampala’s night sounds—distant traffic, neighbors talking, dogs barking. The city breathing around us.

Arhg, I hated it when he looked at me like that. I had hoped one day to have friends so that we could be the The Powerpuff Girls, or the totally spies, but since I only had boy friends, Fantastic Four would do for now. “We'll think of a better name than the Fantastic Four," Nick said with a laugh. “Let's have a contest!” I suggested energetically as we walked into my house. “How about the Heavy Quintet?” asked Nick, making me laugh. “Never," I replied with conviction, "it was a ridiculous name.”

"Adrian... I like that. What do you think, Lucius?" Lucius nodded in approval. "Adrian has a nice ring to it. It's versatile, just like you said." The trio continued tossing around names, exploring the vast landscape of possibilities. They considered family names, names with cultural significance, and even ventured into the realm of whimsy. Layla suggested, "What about Orion? It's celestial, and it sounds strong." Darius smiled, imagining their child bearing such a name. "Orion has a certain grandeur to it. I like the idea of reaching for the stars. I think that is also nice."

Chynna warned and Grace chuckled. “Have you thought of names yet?” Kitty asked “Well, we discussed it beforehand obviously. We decided Chynna Kitty-Anne for the girl and Edward Denug Xan for the boy!” Grace said. “Oh, Grace!” Chynna and Kitty said in unison. “I can’t kick him in the balls now can I?” Chynna complained as she wiped tears from her eyes. “No, no you can’t!” Grace said with an exhausted smile. ========================================================= The next day, Xen and Denug arrived back late evening. Chynna was waiting for them at the helicopter pad, with her arms folded and a furious look on her face.

"She’s your daughter. You don’t need our permission to name her.” “I agree, but we do like the name, too,” Sharon said. “In that case, let’s name her Candice Batton. Her nickname will be Candy. What do you say?” Annabeth said joyfully. Everyone nodded in agreement. “This name suits a girl very well,” Xyla smiled. “Yeah, I think so too," Annabeth nodded. "Xyla, our children aren’t born too far apart. They can go to school and grow up together. Isn't that wonderful?”

“Exactly, Liv, don’t be a dumbass about this. She’s tiny and loud and she’s got your genes too even if the hair is doing that traitor thing. We can call her Tiny Terror until you’re ready, or I don’t know, something badass like Blaze or Riot or whatever makes you feel like she’s yours and not some ghost from your trash family.” Mia was already digging in her bag again pulling out another candy bar like snacks fixed existential crises. “Or Nova, like a star exploding back to life after all that poison crap. Strong. Bright. Nothing like your psycho sister. Come on, say it with me, Nova, Nova, we’re naming her Nova and moving on before you spiral into a full meltdown.”

Darius looked both pleased and slightly panicked by my brothers' intensity. "We're not having them tomorrow," he said for the third time. "We're just planning for the future." "But when you do," Kaelen said. "I call naming rights on at least one." "Absolutely not," I said. "You'd name my child something ridiculous like Shadow or Blade." "Shadow Wynter sounds distinguished," Kaelen protested. "No," I said firmly. "We'll pick normal names. Family names maybe." "Elara for a girl," Darius suggested. "After your mother."

he drawled, “ye bought a bird that can outrun half our problems. Ye plan tae name it?” I pretended to consider, sipping. “Aye. Problem Solver.” Declan snorted. “Bold of you to assume.” “Call it Havoc,” Rory suggested. “Truth in advertisin’.” Cat pointed a fork at me. “You should put your name on the tail like a movie star. Big scrolled letters. EILIDH—QUEEN OF CHAOS.” “We’re no’ paintin’ a target on it,” Niall said, amused but firm. “We’ll ken it when we see it. That’s enough.”