Mother Names For Story Novels & Stories

"And Aud's second name, which is 'Rei', is from Miss Jonaxx's story: To Fall Again." As I continued to tell Hen that story, I suddenly missed being a bookworm. If I didn't have a big problem facing me right now, I probably would have finished reading many of her books. "Hmm... it looks like you know a lot of beautiful names because you're a book lover, Kris." Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him turn his gaze towards me. "What if we can use the names of fictional characters that you know that will benefit our next ones…” When I gave him my stare after hearing what he said, he averted his gaze. "Uhm... maybe our first?"

"Maybe we could choose one of their names?" "What was your mother's name?" I asked, softly stroking the side of her face. She laughed. "Tabitha." She shifted her body to face me, propping her elbow on the back of the couch. "What was your mother's name?" I smiled. "Marie," I replied. "My grandmother's names were Mary and Claire." "I like the name Marie " she said, thinking aloud. "I really like the name Sirena," I replied, "and paired with Steel, Sirena Steel. It kind of has a ring to it, doesn't it?"

“Maybe we could choose one of their names?” “What was your mother’s name?” I asked, softly stroking the side of her face. She laughed. “Tabitha.” She shifted her body to face me, propping her elbow on the back of the couch. “What was your mother’s name?” I smiled. “Marie,” I replied. “My grandmother’s names were Mary and Claire.” “I like the name Marie …” she said, thinking aloud. “I really like the name Sirena,” I replied, “and paired with Steel, Sirena Steel. It kind of has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

I walked up ahead and they did not notice my presence, it was like I never existed, like I was a ghost or something like that. ‘’What would you want to name her?”’ my mother asked my father as he caressed her stomach tenderly. He looked at her with a cute smile. ‘’Seranda, she is the keeper of Zeranda and it is only right we name her after him” he answered. I could not believe my eyes, I had never seen my mother this happy all my life talkless of my father. Not even when they were with Cirenda was their smile this sincere, and they were expecting a baby girl and not a boy, I could feel the love for the baby she was caring for.

Yes we had named her after Cassie to make us always remember the role that Cassie had played for the Wolfdom. "No dad, I am telling little brother a story." she replied me and I shook my head. "Mantha." I called out and she walked out of the shower, she was still as beautiful as she had always been. "Hey Cassandra, what are you doing?" She asked her. "I am telling little brother a story." she replied innocently. "You are simply disturbing little brother's sleep." Mantha said to her. "You can see he is crying already." I pointed out. "That is because the story is a touching story." she replied.

Dad started coming home frequently and I used to hide under the bed whenever he was home because Mom's crying was getting louder everyday. One day I gathered the courage and asked my mother why dad is doing all this. She told me her story. She was from a tribe. A beautiful tribe which was living in their own world. Her parents named her Sabrina but one day she met a man who gave her new name by her favourite tree, Jacaranda. Mom had a special connection with that tree and soon that connection formed with that man too. Her parents were against their relationship as he was an outsider but Mom took drastic decisions and ran away with the man. They got married and she thought now her life will h

Rauth’s voice cuts in, flat, steady, as if reciting history carved in his bones. “In my maternal clan, women are most adored. When my mother bore me—a boy—my Aunt Caelora believed the Moon Goddess would surely honor her with a girl next, since my mother had already given birth to a son. But then came Caelorn—another boy—his father naming him Caelorn as both a tease and a consolation to my aunt. But when she finally gave birth to a daughter, she named her after herself. Caelora. To pacify her pride.”

Taran relaxes a little, “Lyse Galno stories are from my country. No one remembers anything about me or my people, but your mother did. I need to know where she got the stories from so I can solve what happened to my family.” “The stories passed from generation to generation,” my father sounds annoyed. Taran looks skeptical, “So your grandmother told your mother?” My father nods, “Yes, stories about Lyse Galno the powerful, William Galno the great, and Gesina Galno the gentle. My grandmother loved the name Lyse so much, she named my mother Lyslie, and I was named William. My mother tried to get Alice to name Tru, Gesina, but I said no.” I notice Taran’s expression change for a moment, but he

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

Mom asked and covered my hand with hers. I shook my head, I kind of knew but still wanted her to comfort me. no matter how old you get but when your parents are babying you, you can't help but want it more. “When we saw you for the first time, you were literally glowing so bright, your head was full of silver strands and skin so pale yet shining. You were just like a moon. At first glance, we knew you were a blessing from moon-goddess herself. Your Dad even wanted to name you moon but I didn’t agree. I knew kids will just tease, that’s why we settled on Cynthia, its another name for the goddess of the moon but not many people know that. As soon as I read it, I knew I have given birth to my C