Names That Mean Fire Male の小説・ストーリー

“Ek gefþúr minn megin, minn kunnusta, minn fróðleikr.” The flames danced in the palms of my hands and I closed my eyes when I felt it swirl inside me. Karani placed her hands on mine and the flames mingled. It was an incredibly heady feeling, the power rushing through me. The flames burned brighter as Karani grabbed my head with both hands. “Mega Óðinnr gefa þú hans speki, Baldur hans nathæ. Mega Eirr’s heill vefja þú. Mega Hlínr hlifa þú ok þórr leið þú inn striith. Ek heita Forseti’s jafnaðr til rule þú ok Váli mit þér er þú leita hefndir. Ek heita fyrir Viðarr’s Þǫgn er striith ódr of þú. Með Magni’s megin ok Týr’s geisa fyrir striith, ek heita fyrir Heimdallur til munu þinn vorðr.

The entire time I’m talking, he doesn’t say a word. I push off of Avani’s talons and look through them at the teenager who is leaning as far away from me as possible and isn’t even breathing heavily. “You know our names, son. Will you tell us yours?” “I’m not your son,” he snaps and it's the only answer I get. “No, you’re not, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a name. Would you share it with us?” I ask. “Keagan,” he says. “Keagan, meaning flame. So, perhaps you are part fire dragon,” I say.

Kasper told Babaloo. “Yeah okay, but who’s fire?” Babaloo asked. “Oh, I'm Fire, we have code names, it’s a way to protect our family.” Kasper said. “Makes sense.” Babaloo shrugged. “Is everybody here?” Fire (Kasper) asked. “Yeah, let’s get started.” Milo said.

As I feel another kick, stronger this time, something clicks into place—a moment of clarity amidst a haze of happiness. “I’ve been thinking about names,” I say, capturing the attention of all three. “Names are important,” Malachi murmurs, his hand coming to rest upon mine, fingers entwining instinctively. “They shape destiny,” Cassian adds, his voice tinged with awe. I think about the names I chose for my sons, the ones I will name for my Alphas and a blush covers my cheeks, wondering how they'll react. “Rhys,” I say suddenly, my eyes meeting Rune’s. “It means ardent and passionate; much like you, Rune. I'll name our son for you, and pray he will take on the same qualities I love about you.”

"If male, Titus." "Dad, why Titus?" "Because Titus in Latin means fire." "What about women?" "If it's a girl, she will be named Hestia. It's a Greek name that means Goddess of Fire and Hearth." "Hestia ... it's beautiful." "Hestia ..." I whispered. Third person's POV: After Atacia whispered the name Hestia her back lit up. Everyone was dazzled by the light coming from her. When it disappeared, they had seen light reflecting from behind her hitting the wall. When they looked at it closely, they were amazed.

"And if it's a girl? She'll probably have you wrapped around her little finger in five seconds." "She’ll never leave the house," Killian joked, though his voice had a protective edge. "But seriously... if she has your spirit, she’ll be the heart of this pack. We need a name that reflects that." He slowed down as they turned onto the long, wooded drive leading to the pack house. "What about Aiden for a boy? It means 'little fire.' He’s already survived so much drama; it fits." "Aiden," Isabella whispered, testing the weight of it. "It’s strong. I like it. And for a girl?"

I slapped his arm in excitement. "I forgot to tell you! Nate and I decided on the names." Eryn smiled real big at that. "What are they?" He sounded excited. "Ember and Ash." I told him. "The beginning and the end of the fire. I love it." He kissed me gently, holding my chin with his strong fingers. Of my three mates he had the strongest fingers. I think because of how he uses a bow all the time. The way he holds that bow…picturing it always turns me on. So damn sexy.

"Sorry, King Fire." "Why?" His question was in a low tone, just casual, but there was a thick command on that. "Pardon?" Our eyes met, I did not look down. I let my sight view his perfectly formed face. "Why are you keep calling me King Fire when I said call me Pyro when we are alone? Does my name not sound good to you?" I studied his expression. What is so special about calling him by his name when he is a royalty? Does he not want to be called King Fire that serves as his mark of having a powerful life than the others?

I swallowed the ache in my throat and forced a small smile. “Let’s call him Marrek,” I said softly, trying to sound happy. Zoey frowned at once and carefully took him from my arms. “Why does the name have to start with ‘M’? I don’t like it. Pick something else for my nephew.” I frowned and took Marrek back, holding him close. “Come on, Zoey. It’s a strong name. It means a king. A Roman god of war.” Silvan gave a quiet laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"A fine name indeed." "Hey what's the Gaelic word for fire?" she asked, watching a wisp of smoke unfurl from the young one's snout. "Aodh." "Is there anything you don't know?" "Maybe. Shamira grinned. "Aodh and Jörmungandr ," she said again. At least she'd finally gotten around to naming them.