Names That Mean Electricity Novels & Stories

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.

"David would love that. He'd love knowing his daughters were the ones to bring his dream to life." "There's more," Grace said, bouncing slightly with excitement. "We want to name it after both of them. The Chen-Winters Initiative for Sustainable Energy. Both our parents, remembered together." Elise's composure crumbled completely, and she pulled all three daughters close, sobbing with joy. "Yes. Yes, that's perfect. That's exactly perfect." They held each other, crying and laughing, until a gentle knock interrupted them. Dr. Morrison entered, smiling at the scene.

She's tugging hard. "What's it means?" I think I would prefer the crying baby. "What does what mean?" Does she have to pull that tight? "Your name? Mommy says Alphas names have meaning and hold power." I never really thought about it. "Ummm… My mom told me once that my name means a wide island of fire, I think." Do I need to look this up? "I think it fits you." She slides out of my lap and starts to walk away when she turns back to me. "Oh, be nice to the boy with dark eyes. He brings light."

Magic. "See? I only took enough to help it bloom like the others," she explained. Wide-eyed, I knelt beside her, awestruck. "Nena, where does energy come from?" I asked. She laughed, her mirth infectious, making me giggle along with her. "Pumpkin, do you know what your name means?" I shook my head, wondering about its significance. "Life. Your name means life, and life is all around you." She held my hand, and my eyes burned with the sight of colors pulsing—a new world of possibilities.

“Well, then, you tell me, my love. What names do you dream of?” Elara’s smile softened. Her fingers moved to brush his hand gently. She looked down for a moment, gathering courage. “If it is a boy,” she said slowly, “I thought of the name *Elyon*. It means strength… and light. A name for someone who will shine, even in dark times.” Damien repeated the name under his breath. “Elyon…” His lips curved into a small smile. “It is a strong name.” “And if it is a girl,” Elara continued, “I thought of *Serena*. For peace. For calmness. A reminder that even in storms, there is always quiet after.”

He turned to me slowly, eyes searching my face. “We never talked about names,” I continued. “And I think… I think I already know what I want to call her.” He stepped closer. “Tell me.” I met his gaze, my heart full. “Elena.” The wind moved around us, and I saw the meaning land in his eyes. “Elena,” he repeated quietly. “It means ‘light,’” I said. “Because that’s what she is. After the darkest chapters of our lives—she’s the light we never expected.”

Two months passed by. After a few brainstorming, Ace and I finally decided on a name. We decided to name him Adrian Zaire. Adrian because I want it to start with the letter A like Ace. Means Dark in Latin and Rich in Greek. Dark because I had given birth to him during the time of darkness, but I knew he is going to bring me the bounty of happiness. And Zaire because my baby is fond of Rivers. He likes to stare at the waters that I had to build a water fountain on the entrance of our throne. I also transferred to the river near here so I could watch over him when he decided to play around when he grows up.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

I whisper, unable to take my eyes off the perfect babies. He leaned in close, his eyes filled with love and tenderness as he looked down at our precious babies. "How about Adrian for our son?" he suggested, his voice soft and filled with meaning. "It means 'dark one,' which I think is fitting for a strong Alpha in the making." I nodded, feeling the significance of the name for our son. "Adrian, it is." Turning my attention to our daughter, I said, "And for our little girl, how about Elara? It means 'light' or 'bright star,' and she's certainly brought light into our lives."

I said. “Again” His voice was soft and for that brief moment, I could tell we both were thinking about Boy and the misfortune that befell us. The grief, the loss and the darkness over the last two years. But now, this was good news. This was a step into the light. This child was the light. She came at a point when we both needed her, when the entire Pack needed her. “Eliana” I whispered and the name clicked almost instantly. It means light, sun. It means that God has answered my prayers.