Names That Mean Electricity Novels & Stories

I remembered it clearly now but the answer was not one I wanted. My head swam and the moment flew through my memories, his voice spoke clearly to me. "You know, Reniella, my name means God of Thunder. It's Welsh, comes from the God Taranis." "God of Thunder, Taranis," I breathed out - panting, almost. I was suddenly back to that night, my lungs squeezed. "Otherwise known as Taron." "God of Thunder, Taranis," I breathed out - panting, almost. I was suddenly back to that night, my lungs squeezed. "Otherwise known as Taron."

“We still haven’t really decided on a name.” She bit her lip, thinking. “I’ve been thinking about something…” I raised a brow, waiting. She took a deep breath. “Eloah.” Eloah. I looked down at my son, testing the name in my mind. It felt… right. “Eloah Hart-Dawson,” I murmured. Eloise nodded. “It means 'God is my light.'” I swallowed, my arms tightening slightly around my son. Eloah. My light.

I laughed and he seemed remarkably glad to see me do it. — Your mother, Juliette Broz, a Polish woman who came to live in the United States at the age of eighteen, chose the name Hera because she is the Greek goddess of protection of the family and marriage and I chose Nix, it's strange, what I know, but it means goddess of the night. Julie wanted you to be special so what better than to be special with weird names? — Seeing it like this, I even like it — it was true, who wouldn't like to have the name of a goddess? — And what is Winter?

She reminded him. "Yeah! But that’s not a vampire name. That will be his middle name. Any suggestion about his first name?" "Eleazer Kendrick Wayne?" Liara asked. "Eleazer means ‘God has helped’ or ‘God is my help’," she explained. She really hoped that God would help him. "Perfect," Theodore said and looked at Eleazer. "Do you like your name?" He asked but didn’t get any response in return. *

I didn’t want that attachment knowing he wouldn’t even live. But things are different now, I suppose. “I like the name Luka; it means bringer of light, and I think we can use that right about now,” Konstantin speaks up. “Luka and Kaia,” I murmur, loving how the names sounded together. “Pure and light; I think that's exactly what they are.”

A name that was strong, gentle, or one that embraced both light and dark? She began the list, each name carrying its history and weight: Eira (for snow, for purity, for the night she almost left) Liora (for light, for the morning after rescue) Seren (for peace, for the quiet she longed for) Ash (for what remains after fire, for rebirth) Kellan (for strength, for the father’s courage she both loved and resented) Mira (for kindness, after her oldest friend) Rowan (for healing, for protection)

“Actually, I’ve always liked the name ‘Eli.’ It means ‘ascended’ or ‘my God,’ and I just think it has a nice ring to it.” Zane nodded, seemingly appreciating the meaning behind it. “Eli it is, if it’s a boy. What if it’s a girl?” My heart raced at the thought, and I smiled at his engagement, feeling a rush of warmth. “I don’t know… maybe ‘Lila’? It means ‘night’ or ‘dark beauty.’” “Lila,” he echoed, letting the name roll off his tongue as if testing it out. “I like that. It’s beautiful, just like you.”

That’s what these babies represented for me—hope for a future that wasn’t tied to the past. “I’ll name her Aria,” I said, looking at the baby girl in my arms. “It means ‘lioness of God.’ She’s strong, just like she needs to be.” “And for him?” Derek asked, holding the tiny boy close. “Elian,” I said softly. “It means ‘God is my strength.’ He’ll grow up knowing he’s loved and protected.” Derek smiled, his eyes brimming with pride. “Aria and Elian. Perfect.”

It was a name that had been passed down through generations of her family, each adding their own unique touch to it. Verity, meaning truth, was a reminder to always be honest and forthcoming. Carina, meaning beloved, was a testament to the love and affection her parents had for her. And Eirian, meaning bright and beautiful, was a reflection of the radiance that shone from within her. She wore her name like a badge of honor, a symbol of her identity and heritage. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke to Alpha Nero. "I'm eighteen," she said, her eyes meeting his.

I looked down at my phone agai​n. “I want names that mean so⁠mething.” “Everything means somet‍hing.” “You know what I mean.” I searched through the li‍st a‍nd showed him one. “For the boy,‍ Eli.” He shook his head im​mediately. “No.” ‌“Why?” “It sounds inc‍omple​te.” ‌“It means strong and faithful.” ​ “That is good.” “Then why don​’t you lik​e it?”