Nature Themed Names Novels & Stories

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

"The older brother can be called Asta, power of strength, the younger brother, can be the power of the sea. As for our little girl Nina Power of fire, you can come up with pet names." Hearing this, Purple fell silent. Vance waited patiently. Just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly said, "Why don't we call them Luci, Toto and gumbo ?" "They will hate you when they grow up," Vance laughed. Purple also laughed, "The elders all say that a pet name should be as corny as possible. That way, the child would be easy to take care of. They should be happy that I didn't name them Snoop, Dogzilla and bubble gum.

“Oh, my God.” “What?” he said innocently. “It worked, didn’t it?” She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “We should start talking about names.” “Done,” he said immediately. “I’ve got a list.” April arched a brow. “Really?” “Oh yeah. First up—Princess Sparkle McThunderpants.” She burst out laughing. “You’re not naming our baby after a comic book horse.” “Fine. What about Galaxyra? Or Unicornia?”

Jay replied, “You all have one.” Angeline explained, “Daddy already thought of new names for all of you while we were in Mount Pearl.” Angeline said, “Three’s name is Lilynn Ares. Four’s name is Susan Ares. Six’s name is Roxie Ares. Seven’s name is Chancy Ares. Eight’s name is Quinn Ares. Lil Ten’s name is Brooke Ares. Lil Eleven is Demi Ares. Lil Twelve is Darra Ares, and last but not least, Thirteen is Enya Ares. The elder sisters’ names were given to you by Daddy based on your personalities. Since the younger sisters are still young, their names all symbolize something small but great. I hope all the older brothers and sisters will protect them.”

“Think about Andi. Think about how she had all those masculine stereotypes forced on her for so many years before she could really be herself.” I couldn’t help but smile at Nate’s thoughtfulness. “We haven’t discussed names of how to decorate the nursery.” “You’re right.” He nodded. “Now that you’re past the first trimester, we should consider names for the pup. What do you think of Gerrold or Bertha?” I scrunched up my nose at those names. “I thought you’d want more gender neutral after your little speech on foring gender stereotypes.” “Yeah, but I know if the sex of the kid is female, you’re going to put her in all sorts of fun dresses,” he said with a grin.

“Like Fluffy? Absolutely not. Our pup needs a commanding name. Something that makes people pause. Alpha material.” “You know we don’t even know if the baby’s gonna be an alpha, right?” “Details!” he said, waving it off. “Okay, first up—Ronan Dunham. Powerful, right?” I tilted my head. “Kind of sounds like Roman.” “But this has bite! Ronan Dunham. Strong. Fearless. A warrior’s name.” “It’s not bad.” Levi practically glowed. “Okay, how about Fenrir?” “You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?”

Suzu barked once. "Right. So something gender-neutral. Cool. Modern. Perhaps a little magical." I pulled out my notepad from under the coffee table. "River? Sky? Nova? Orion? Riley? Phoenix? You like any of those?" Suzu barked again at Phoenix. "Okay, so we like fiery rebirth energy. Noted." I made a note. "I swear if Dan vetoes that name, we're having a puppy-naming contest and you're helping pick the winner."

His mind ran through the quite lengthy list of his former bedmates: Crystal, Ginger, Brandy, Kitty, Bambi. “Huh. Funny thing,” he told the babies. “I just realized that most of the girls I hang out with kind of have stripper names. I mean, nothin’ wrong with that, and I swear they’re nice girls, but… well… I can’t see your Mom bein’ too thrilled with callin’ you somethin’ like ‘Tawny’ or ‘Chardonnay’, even if it’s just temporary, right?” The little boy sneezed and then farted, and Wolf grinned at him.

“I’d also like to see the list.” Dave smoothed the paper and read out the names, “If the baby is a girl, her names could be Butter, Silk, Peanut, Sunshine, Lovely or Tuna. If the baby is a boy, his name could be Butter, Peanut, Tuna, Math or Ducky.” Both of us gawked at our son’s choice of names. He listed all the things he loved. “Tuna? Ducky?” I barked a laugh as he glared at me. “Baby, these are—” I wanted to say dog names, but he glared so hard that I ended up saying, “These are great nicknames.”

“If it’s a boy, he’s going to be stubborn as hell. Like his mama. I’ll name him something strong. Aarav. Arjun. Something that means fighter.” My heart twisted. “And if it’s a girl?” His grin softened, turning almost reverent. “Then she’s going to own me the second she’s born. Just like her mama did.” His lips brushed mine, sweet. “Something soft. Meera. Anaaya. Or maybe…” He trailed off, eyes glinting. “…Saesha Jr.” I smacked his chest, laughing through my tears. “Absolutely not!” He laughed too, the sound rumbling under me. “Fine. But whatever we pick, it’s gonna be perfect. Because they’re ours.”