Miraculous Names Novels & Stories

“Thank you, my beautiful godmother.” After that, Isabelle looked at me. “Miracle is so cute and jolly. I hope when Paulo and I have a child, she is as energetic as Miracle and as beautiful as her. It’s too bad she can’t see her—” I made Isabelle’s eyes widen at the name she was about to say. I don’t want Miracle to hear Alex’s name ever. I don’t want Miracle’s mind to be confused about his father. Ronald is Miracle’s father.

Just as she was about to conclude her sentence, Sophia spoke up, "Ezra, I am Sophia. Remember?" Ezra's eyes widened as the name triggered a rush of memories. The realization painted her face with surprise, and Ivan couldn't help but laugh, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Sophia, feeling a bit shy, bit her lower lip. Ezra, overcome with a mix of embarrassment and relief, hugged Sophia, apologizing for the momentary lapse in recognition.

I whispered in her ear so she immediately pushed me away. "Let me give birth first," she complained which made me smile. I pulled her body closer to mine once again and let her head rest on my chest. We settled in silence for quite some time before she spoke. "What should we name our child?" she asked then lifted her head looking at me directly in the eyes and waited for my answer. "Amari," I responded. A smile grace on Lillian's lips when she heard the name. "What was that mean?" I smiled at her then lowered my gaze to her tummy. I gently caressed it. "Miracle of God," I said then brought my eyes back on Lillian.

After naming the twins Strawberry and Blueberry, she got more creative and decided to name the beta's unborn child Boysenberry. Just like how Izan had shown his dislike for the twin names, Adam had done the same refuting the name immediately after he heard it. But you see, Miracle was quite adamant. She had seduced her own mates into making them convince Adam after which she went to the beta himself to solidify the name. The beta still didn't like it but with his mate telling him it wasn't that bad at least not as bad as the twin berries, he let it be.

Sir Owin Jasir – (Owen JA-seer) Sira Torila – (Tor-ILL-ah) Sira Andreya – (An-DRAY-ah) Sir Andric – (AN-drik) Sir Garath – (GAR-ath) Sir Devlyn – (DEV-lin) Sir Milos – (MEE-los) Sir Garett – (GAR-ett) The Na’Himara – (Nah-Him-AR-ah) (The Sorceresses) Founder: Keyalla – (Kay-AL-ah) Maajira (Mah-JEE-rah): Vedila – (Ve-DEE-lah) Keyla – (Kaylah) Breya – (Braya) Ciara – (SEE-arah) Luceya – (Loo-SAY-ah) Allayna – (All-AY-nah) Halina – (Hal-EE-nah) Munira – (Moo-NEE-rah)

I just know they will spoil our children and I could already tell that my son will grow up like me and protect his sister, while her sister will break hearts just like her mother. "What are their names?" We haven't really come up with a name because we couldn't think of anything perfect for them. So we decided to wait until we saw them. "Mira for Miracle." Klaire said while feeding our daughter and caressing her soft cheeks. "Mira. I love it. You heard that our little princess? You are our baby Mira." I gently played with my daughter's arm and we were both surprised when she let out a small smile while she's feeding.

I tried to speak but nothing came out at first, even though I remember drinking water not too long ago. “Good. Great.” The brunette woman let out a sigh of relief as the blonde gave me a reassuring smile. “Lastly…just one more question, okay?” I nodded as the brunette woman took a hold of my shoulders, not by force, but almost in a pleading manner. “Do you remember your name?” My name? My name…My…yes…I did. I did remember. “M-my name…is M-Mirage.” I told them through a parched throat and a voice hoarse enough to be unintelligible. “Mirage Valecha.”

Liam went to Wren's side, and looked down at his daughter for the first time, small and pink and entirely unremarkable in the way he'd silently hoped for through every month of the pregnancy. "She's perfect," he said. "She's ours," Wren said, exhausted and radiant. Soren and Liora, now seven, were allowed in shortly after, approaching the newborn with the careful gentleness Sable had taught them years ago. "What's her name," Soren asked. "Mira," Liam said. "It means something like 'wonder' in some of the old texts. Not because she carries anything extraordinary. Because she's simply wonderful, exactly as she is."

"What about you?" Seraphina smiled, a rare and genuine expression. "If it's a girl, I want to name her Mira. It means 'peace' in the old tongue. A reminder of what we're fighting for." "That's beautiful." "I thought so." Seraphina paused, her hand drifting to her belly. "I never thought I'd have children. Not after everything Darius did to me. I thought I was broken beyond repair." Elara stopped walking. "You're not broken, Seraphina. You're one of the strongest people I know."

HANNAH'S POV: I sat with that. "The name Mirada," Maya said carefully, "is in four languages on the trending lists right now and it's not the brand or the collection but the name itself. Mirada.” The name itself. I pressed the paper a little tighter in my hand. "She is everywhere," I said quietly. "Yes," Maya said. "She is." * * * * * * * 3RD POV: On a different side of the world, in an apartment in a city with grey evening light coming through windows that overlooked a street he had walked every day for thirty years, a man sat in front of a screen.