Irene Biblical Meaning Novels & Stories

"It's written there. When my mother was pregnant with Rena, her name was even listed, and didn't you give that pretty name yourself, Luna?" Luna Irene's face was getting paler. Right, that's very true. He asked Yura to name the child in the woman's womb. Rena, which means peace and also cheerful. Not suddenly, she gave that name to Yura. Luna Irene hoped that the child born later would give her parents peace in the future. Luna Irene was sobbing. She didn't know where to put her face on the man who was the woman's sister. The paper just fell because she could no longer hold it.

"Zeren? Like Seren?" Hector asked before laughing. "Your parents seem like they love the galaxy." Sirene tilted. She was confused about what Hector had said. But then, she realized what he was talking about. Her name is Sirene and her parents told her that it came from the name Selene. It means moon while her brother's name means star. "Well, let's meet him first," Soheila suggested. Sirene's face brightened. "Yes! Yes! I missed him!" She took Soheila and Luna's arm. "My brother would love to see that I have 2 girlfriends! Back then, I only have one friend and that is Calyx."

Now, she wishes to pray and be grateful to God, how fortunate she is to have her two companions at the most improbable moments of her life. Apart from that, Irene also intends to have blessed the Saint. Benedict pendant she carries to the priest. She will give it as a gift for the upcoming birthday of his beloved grandfather and to his uncle. They were the only ones that raised her and supported her throughout her life. And in return, she wants to give them protection from the heavens against evil, and give them guidance and security.

Have you ever heard of the saying, "I would give my life for you" That practically summarizes Eirene's past life. Eirene served in the military. He had a wife. Married early. Before he went off to war, she had broken the news to him that she had been pregnant. It made him very happy. By the time he got back home, it was labor time. And honestly, childbirth has never been an easy thing. According to research, it is the second most painful thing a human will ever experience. Being burnt alive is the first. And for this, women will forever be respected. It takes grace and several precautions to scale through childbirth. However, sadly, grace and precautions hadn't been enough for this particula

“But she’s going to be a fighter, Lena. I can see it already. She’s survived so much just to be here.” I smiled through my tears. “Then maybe something that means strength.” For a few minutes, we tossed names back and forth, whispering possibilities like secrets. Elena. Aurora. Clara. Each one beautiful, but none that felt like her. Finally, Roman stilled. His voice dropped low, almost hesitant. “What about Isabella?” My breath caught. “Isabella…” He nodded, his hand brushing over our daughter’s chest gently, as though introducing the name to her directly. “It means ‘devoted to God.’ But it also… it feels timeless. Strong, but graceful.”

My guards stepped aside and a woman entered, moving like a shadow given form. She was dressed in sleek black from head to toe—fitted trousers, a high-collared coat, and boots that didn’t make a sound as she walked. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back like dark silk. Her expression was calm, composed, almost too perfect. Around her neck hung a single obsidian pendant etched with glowing silver runes. She stopped a few feet from me and offered a shallow bow. “Lord Hades,” she said. “I am Irene. A witch, and a loyal confidant of Gamma Celeriac.”

NOTE: EREN IS ACTUALLY A TURKISH NAME, IT MEANS A SAINT OR A HOLY MAN (ER MEANS MAN, EN MEANS HOLY) AND IT ALSO MEANS LOVE AND STRONG HOPE. THANK YOU FOR READING, PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS.

They nod, but no one really relaxes. Maria looks down for a moment, like she’s searching for the right words, and then lifts her gaze. There’s something raw in her expression when she finally speaks. “Irene is the first daughter born into our family after fifteen generations,” she says softly, her voice fragile but full of this quiet pride. “Everyone considers her a blessing.” Her hands shake, just a little, as she sets the cup down. “We prayed for her,” she goes on, eyes glistening. “Not just Dexter and I. Our entire pack. Our elders. Every mother. Every warrior. Everyone. We had everything else. Land, strength, peace. But our people kept asking the moon to bless us with a girl.”

Because from what I know, he does not keep his hairs this long. "Iris means rainbow. Or goddess of rainbow." I informed him. "When I was born, my parents were really happy." I smiled, fondly at the memory, even though I was so little to remember anything about that day. But the way my parents explain that day to me, makes it felt like I lived it. Like I was some sort of miracle that happened to them.

Ancalagon looks excited at being able to name his sister, so Ishir continues. “We thought of several, but we narrowed it down to two, Kainda, meaning the hunter’s daughter and Cyrene, meaning a strong huntress," Ishir says. “Cyrene. If you want my opinion, give her a name that defines who she is, not who’s daughter she is,” he says. I turn to look at Ishir. “Cyrene it is.” “I can’t wait to meet her,” Cal says, and he leans in, gently pressing his snout to my stomach and giving a rumbling purr.