Miraculous Names Novels & Stories

Mirabella I tried to lighten the mood with a joke. After all, Alexander was a pretty unusual middle name for a girl — unless, of course, it came from my father. My mother’s name was Mirael, and I was Mirabella. The rest must’ve come from him. That was always my guess. But I stopped when I noticed he was no longer walking beside me. Turning back, I caught him staring at me with an unreadable expression, his eyes locked onto mine like he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle.

“You did, Luna. But, it’s cute. Most of us like it. Did you hear they’re going to give you a codename? Personally, I’m voting for Murmur.” “There has to be a better name than that,” she says, smiling at me. “What about Sanatrix?” Sadique asks. “Sanatrix? What is that?” I ask. “It’s Latin for the feminine version of Healer.” “Oh, my beautiful, intelligent mate. I knew you were perfect for me,” I say, pulling her hand to my lips again. “Why am I perfect for you, besides the obvious that the Moon Goddess chose us for each other?” “Zach loves his nicknames,” Luna Yara says.

Mira looked sympathetically at me. “You must have somebody stronger than they are,” she said. I frowned. “Is that even possible?” She did not respond on the spot. Rather, she was tapping her fingers on the table as though she was thinking. Then she said, “There may be one person.” I lifted my head. “Who?” Mira hesitated for a second. “Lucian Silverfang.” The name meant nothing to me. “Who is that?” I asked. Mira threw back her chair.

“Isabella means ‘devoted to God,’ and Mirabella means ‘wonderful’ or ‘of wondrous beauty.’ Strong names. Names they can grow into.” Katherina repeated the names slowly, as if learning a new language. “Isabella… Mirabella…” Her lips trembled. “They… they’re beautiful.” “They look like you,” Damien added softly. “Especially Mirabella. She frowns the same way you do when she’s annoyed.” Katherina let out a shaky breath, half a laugh. “That doesn’t sound flattering.” “It’s me being honest,” he said. “Something we haven’t had much of lately.”

She’s tempting, I want to pinch her! "Oh it looks like he likes what you're doing, hija," the woman said excitedly. "He's cute." I commented weakly as I endured myself not to pinch him. "What is your baby's name?" "Miracle. Her name is Miracle." "She's really cute. I wish I had a sister like this too." We had fun with the baby’s mother, we didn’t get tired of caressing Baby Miracle’s cheek. God! It's really a miracle for a family because of how cute she is!

Camille let out a breath she’d been holding for a while and let her hand slip from Christian’s arm. “What the hell did you just call me back there?” she hissed in a low whisper, eyes darting around to make sure that nobody was paying attention to them. “I called you by a cute nickname,” he responded casually. “Do you not like it?” She scowled. “Why would I like such a gross name coming out of your lips?” “Tsk, tsk. Language, madam,” he said with a pleasant smile. “Let’s just say that it’s water under the bridge now. The introductions are complete. Rumors should start spreading by tomorrow.”

“I first need to tell you everything about myself so you would understand why I managed to do what I did these past few days.” I looked at her. “I am listening.” She took a deep breath and looked at me. “My real name is Miracle Ryedale.” I frowned. “I know that, Mira.” “What I am saying is that Miracle Ryedale is my whole given name,” she said. “Just like you, I am only using my second name as my fake surname to cover up my identity without completely lying about it.” “Oh.” I nodded. “That is completely understandable.” “My real surname?” She took a deep breath again. “Azaria.”

Mom announced but I paid less attention as I drank my wine. "Her name is Mackenzie." She said and I choked on my wine. "What? What did you say her name is?" I said after my cough stopped. "Well she's from the magical world and right there, they all have a name with the "M" initials so just like their Queen's and King's name starts with "M", same goes for the girl." Mom expounded and I sighed. "Mom, I asked you to repeat that name again. I didn't ask for their whole life history."

Erica, the hybrid, said dismissively as she tossed her orange-tipped black hair over her thin shoulder. They grabbed their drinks, and she winked at the bartender. “Let us go get ourselves a member of… what did you say the pack’s name is?” she asked as they began to walk away. “Did not mention it. What is that name again? I think it is Mi… something. Mirage? Miracle Pack?” “Miracle Pack? Yeah, right,” Erica scoffed, and their laughs mingled ahead of them towards the second floor they headed to. Raymond could not believe he had paid attention to such nonsense.

Alice and my brother have already chosen my niece's. —She didn't tell me,— I complained. —And what was the name they chose? ― Renata, means —the one who was born again. —Very significant considering everything they've been through. —I still can't believe my brother was mugged and dumped like that in a thicket. He might not have survived. — I know it was horrible, Manu. But I learned that God works in ways we don't understand. If he had been on that plane, it might have been a different story.— I stroked his shoulder and his bare neck. I had been fascinated by her new haircut.