Names Meaning Fire Novels & Stories

"I don't know your name." Tine laughed and leaned down to kiss her cheek as she turned a brilliant shade of red. "My name is Tine and it is the old language for fire. Come, I will walk you home. I am sure that you parents are anxious to meet me." Tine offered her his hand which she took without hesitation.

We didn’t know what they were discussing. “So,” Katie began. “What’re you two talking about?” He replied, “Foxfire.” “Huh?” We all gave him a perplexed look. “Foxfire Guild.” “What’re you saying?” I asked. “Foxfire, a small pack with a strong bond,” he explained further, “capable of taking down bigger foes. Sounds like us, right?” Brock likened the name with a nod. “Yeah, Foxfire.” “I’d talked to Chief Hassan,” Wilt said. “Luckily, no guild got that name yet. What do you think?”

A whispery voice fluttered past my ears, and I smiled, catching the word on the wind. "Serafina…" Janaina’s eyes opened and she dropped her arms as the candles all flickered. Raihana looked at us and smiled softly. "Serafina." She repeated. Janaina nodded, "Befitting, for it means fiery one. You have the fire element." She looked at us and then at Raihana. "Believe that that is your true name, and with acceptance, try to shift once again." Raihana nodded. Her confidence made me proud.

Screens flickered to life with Cassia’s face. Her heartbeat. Her neural patterns. “Jesus,” Tatiana whispered. “They’ve been tracking her since birth,” Liam growled. “No,” Nova said slowly. “Since before.” On the main screen, a file opened automatically. Subject: Cassia Ashford Mother: Nova Blackthorne Father: Liam Ashford Status: Fireborn. Nova’s voice trembled. “What the hell is Fireborn?” The answer came from behind them. Adelaide stepped out of the shadows. “It means your daughter is the first of her kind.”

I hurl a wave of dragonfire, and he counters with a spiral of molten ash. We dance. Flame meets flame and every strike tests me. My breath shortens. My vision narrows. He lands a blow... just barely... scorching my arm. Pain flares, but I twist, channeling the Crown. My body glows. I summon the new fire language. I don’t just speak it, I become it. “**Ignis Aeterna.**” Light explodes from me. Not just heat, not just magic but pure fire. He falls back, shielded only by instinct.

"Fine, yes. I'm Fire. Everyone at home calls me that. But that's not what is important now." "Fire? Why is it Fire, though? Is it because you were naughty as a child or you because you easily get pissed off? Fire, huh? The nickname suits you." he mimicked. "Why wouldn't it? It was coined from my original name, Sapphire. And please, that wasn't made for you to use though." She warned. "Fire. When a man and a woman are dating, they call each other with beautiful nicknames. Can I call you Fire?" Jade mocked at Sapphire as she stared at him speechlessly.

“My mother says she’s Irish somewhere down the line. Part of me believes she’s just fond of the word kill.” “It suits you,” I teased. I couldn’t help it. Killian smirked and refilled his own glass. “Do you know what your name means?” “I honestly don’t.” “Fiery. Ardent. Hard-Headed. Stubborn.” “You’re making that up.” “Am I?” His voice was laced with smoke but there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “Are you flirting with me, Killian Ricci?” “Of course not.” His eyes darkened as a ghost of a smile touched his lips.

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

I felt like my middle name was power… Just at that thought alone, that old power that still sat inside of me coiled and looking down at my clasped hands, I wondered what strength I had and what I could do with it… Fire, as I had once read about, was paired with passion, hope, rebirth, and resurrection, but it also meant evil things such as Hell, anger, destruction, and hatred. Did Goddess mean this fiery power of mine as the good or as the bad? “This would commence as soon as we have your word, your Majesty. Today, tomorrow, whenever we could have your blessing to do so.”

I smiled softly, tracing small circles on his chest as I pondered his question. “For a boy… how about Draven?” I suggested. “It means ‘hunter’—strong and fearless, like his father.” Randolph chuckled, though it was weak. “Draven is a fine name for a warrior. What if she’s a girl—a mini you?” “And for a girl…” I hesitated, then smiled as a name came to my mine. “Seraphina. It means ‘fiery one,’ and she will burn brighter than the stars.” Randolph hummed in approval, his fingers brushing against my arm.