Names With Dark Meanings Novels & Stories

“What name did you have in mind?” Asher thought for a moment before speaking. “If it’s a boy,” Asher said quietly, “I want to name him Adrian. It means ‘dark one’. Like his father.” Asher smiled slightly. “And if it’s a girl… I want to name her Aurora. Because she brought light into our darkness.” Luna closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down her face. “Aurora,” Luna whispered, testing the name on her tongue. “Aurora Blackwood.”

"I changed my name, my mum never wanted me, my name said so." "So your name isn't Raven?" Grayson looks at me. "Legally yes it is. As soon as I was old enough and had enough money I changed my name to Raven." "What was it before?" They stand looking at me. "Nakusa." They stand confused. "I don't get it?" Grayson looks at me. "The name means unwanted. Some religions give it to the girls believing if they do they will get a boy next. My mum just liked the fact it meant I was unwanted." Standing they stare at me and the room falls quiet.

Her proposal pique his interest, “Do you… Do you want to give me a name?” She nodded her head, even gave him a warm smile, “Everyone should have their own name, am I right?” Tapping her finger on her chin, she muttered many names, but then, when her eyes met with the moon basking its light on the man, a name appeared in her mind. “Tynan.” Whispered Sky, as her eyes went to the man, with a smile on her face she called him once again, “Your name is Tynan, a Gaelic name for dark, a perfect fit for your counterpart, Payne, with a meaning of blue sky.”

Alpha King Aurelian Draven Blackthorn Aurelian means The Golden Ruler. Draven means The Dark Warrior. Blackthorn... An ancient royal bloodline so feared that entire kingdoms lowered their eyes when speaking its name. His wolf: Nyxar. A monstrous black wolf with golden eyes that glowed like moonlight on fresh snow. It's...Ancient... Powerful... Annoyingly optimistic. And entirely too invested in Aurelian's personal life. His kingdom: The Obsidian Dominion.

“Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!” “Black can also mean darkness, and darkness covers even the most colourful things when it comes!” He smirked. There was pain in his voice. His words always left me speechless. “But when light comes!” I added. “There is no light Desiree in my darkness, I wish it would come so bad, but that's what I have dark desires, Desiree's I wish I didn't have, I had that light but it got out a long time ago!”. I didn't know why but my heart was racing faster than a horse heading for battle with its rider.

I wasn't sure if he was right, but I knew that no matter what it was, I would love and protect my child. "What should we name him?" Mason asked in an attempt to calm me. "Xavier." I responded as images of my father's face flashed across my mind. "Xavier," Mason repeated, rubbing his chin. "I like it." "I do too." Dax boomed, entering the room. "It is a name worthy of a prince." "Prince?" What did he mean by "prince"? "There is a prophecy that has been passed around the dark lands." Dax began. "About the descendants of the moon wolf."

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha

They both have meaningful stares at each other as if they speak with their hearts and not with their minds. "You don't have to tell me that, I will protect her with my life." She pats Kierra's shoulder and gives her a reassuring smile. "Give my child a good name," Uriel requested Aurora. "Uriel means God is my light while Kierra means Dark Lord, your daughter's name should symbolize her father's calmness like a melody and her mother's strength like a lioness. Her existence is essential to the future of the world and a valuable treasure. Let us name her Aria," Aurora proudly suggested.

Willow scoffed. Names have power. In a magical world, a name can be used to cast a spell, command the person making him/her a puppet. Hence, each supernatural uses a given name and the name they are called. The given name is known only to three people. The parents and the baby. Sometimes if the mate is lucky then him/her. But in an uncertain world, it's not common. "You know what I mean," Lothaire raised his hands at her defiance. "Willow," she grumbled as if it's being pulled out of her forcefully. She doesn't like to give her name, even the one she is called.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o