Names With Dark Meanings Novels & Stories

“And what she said about you being marginalized, do you think she meant how you were treated at Crimson?” “Probably.” She shrugged. “Everything she said came true and… there’s this one thing I’m hoping to never come true.” “What is it?” I murmured. “She said the darkness in you needs the purity and light inside of me. I know that Riona means purity and Mirk means dark and she probably meant that they need one another because they’re mates, but… I never wish for you to need my light. Never.” Her voice was barely audible. “Babe, your name means moonlight halo. She probably meant that I need you too because you’re my source of light,” I soothed her nerves as I kissed her head.

, he grumbled. Bartimaeus hummed, "I couldn't say. Most leaders shine red, and the gifted lot that masters it in six months usually shine with a soft silver color", he hummed, "Anyway, your grandmother shined a distinct Dark Green color, it's not a bad color, but the connotations of the color usually belong to ambition, greed, jealousy. The lighter color that's not clouded with Darkness, means, growth, wellness, fertility, safety and harmony", he explained. "The darkness, what color is that?" Sasha asked curiously. "Black?" he asked pointing out the obvious.

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

I spoke, bringing out the rational part and saw Hope open her lips to say something, but closed them. "The strongest spirits have names that represent something, Sin, Night, Destruction, Water, Sun, Moon, Iron, Vengeance, among others." Hope spoke slowly, taking it all in bit by bit. She took a deep breath and shook her head lightly, trying to control those waves of anger and hatred. "Exactly, no matter the race. The spiritual part and their names are important to know how strong they will be." I completed and finally held her hand, saw her go rigid. "Nyx is the personification of the Night, but not only the Night."

“You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?” “It’s badass.” “Next.” He cleared his throat. “Kieran. Means ‘little dark one.’ Kieran Dunham.” “…I actually like that.” His jaw dropped. “Did you just agree with me?!” “Don’t get used to it. But yeah, it’s a good name.” He pumped his fist in the air. “I’m on fire tonight! Alright, how about Laziel? Sounds mysterious, right?” “Sounds like a knock-off wizard.” “Okay, okay, fair. What about Orin? Means ‘white wolf.’”

"The Northern Alliance renamed him to invoke the dark legends, to shape him into a weapon against you and the goddess herself. But his true name, the one your mother gave him with her dying breath, was Lucious." Kane moved closer to me, his hand finding mine. "Does the name have significance beyond being the first Blackthorne Alpha?" The Priestess nodded solemnly. "Lucious means 'light' in the old tongue. Your mother named both her children for what they truly were, bringers of light. Seraphina, the fiery one. Lucious, the illuminator." "Not darkness at all," I breathed, hope surging through me. "They've been trying to twist him against his very nature."

"Body and soul." He looked at me, then at the golden boy in my arms. "We need names," he said. I looked at my son. He had finally stopped crying and was rooting around for milk. "Lucian," I said. It meant Light. "Lucian Blackwood." "Lucian," Killian tested the name. "Strong. A King's name. I like it." He looked down at the girl. "And her?" I looked at her dark hair, her mysterious silence, and the way the shadows in the room seemed to curl affectionately around her blanket. She wasn't the light. She was the beautiful, dangerous night.

Hadn't wanted to get too attached before he was safely born. But looking at him now, one name rose to my lips. "Soren," I whispered. "It means stern or severe. Because he's going to have to be strong in this world." Nyx smiled. "Soren Ashwood. A good name. A strong name." "No." I looked up at her. "Not Ashwood. That's my father's name, and he's dead. This baby is—" I paused, thinking. "Soren Moonshadow. Born in darkness, under the moon. A shadow that walks between worlds."

Normal. “Names,” I say. “They need names, before someone else names them.” Rowan tilts her head. “You, give.” Draven looks at Caiden. Caiden nods, once. “This one,” I touch the smaller bundle, a girl, “Lyana, for the mother I lost.” The baby blinks. “And him,” I touch the boy, “Geralt, so the name dies with honor instead of hate.” Caiden flinches. Then: “Good, make it mean something new.”

"Anna said it was my mother's choice. Elena's. Before she died. She wanted me to have a name that meant something. A name that wasn't Victor's." "And Sable means what?" I met his eyes. "It means dark. It means strong. It means survival." His hand came up to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. "It suits you." I almost smiled. "You think so?" He nodded. "I think it's the most perfect name for you. You survived the dark. You survived Victor. You survived everything they threw at you. And you came out stronger." I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. The warmth of his hand was grounding.