Old Greek Names Novels & Stories

“What’s next, O?” Pop asks Odysseus. He’s really trying to make a nickname stick, and the ancient Greek is clearly not having it. “Odysseus,” the shade replies, rolling his eyes. “My name is Odysseus.” “Come on,” Pop says, nudging his shoulder. “After everything we’ve been through, don’t you think we’ve earned nickname privileges? Dyssy? You can give me one too—Dev, Vin... Big D?”

I mumbled. “If you are part of this family, you should act like it... Call me Mat or Matei... That one there is Stavros, and the stubborn idiot here is a seer, Grecco,” he said. “You can call me Max or Dad—whatever works, ” the older man said, and I nodded. “Seer?” I looked at Grecco. “Is that the same as Oracle?” I said, and Grecco shook his head.

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

I said confused "Aphrodite is a name I gave myself, I'm still curious on how he knew that name" "What kind of name is Konstantino, and Hades?, Isn't that like the God of death or something?. What does M means?" I said intrigued "I think Konstantino is a Greek name, Hades is too. Hades is not a God of death, but the God of the Underworld" She saw my surprised look "I know my Greek okay, I'm fascinated by the Language and Culture, It's beautiful." "I figured" I smiled at her "This Konstantino guy seem, how can I put it, intriguing, I think I'll like him, I think you will too" I smirked at her reaction, her crimson coloured cheek.

I raised my brows, confused by the way he was behaving. Damon. Damon. Damon. His name was all I could think about. Stupid, foolish me. “You wanna know my middle name?” He offered, waggling his brows. My lips twitched as I watched him do that. Fabiano would rather die than doing that. “What do you want now?” I questioned. “Another smile.” I did. I smiled. This time it was less forced. He nodded, keeping his eyes on my mouth. “It’s Xanthos.” He looked up into my eyes, “In Greek origin, it means golden-haired.”

I giggle and they jump around me and lick me. "I'm guessing you love your present?" Dad asked "Wait I can keep them?" I asked and he nodded his head I stood up and hugged him and said thanks. "What are you going to name them?" Elijah asked "I was thinking Luna and Alpha or Athena ~ The Greek Goddess of Wisdom and War (White wolf) and Ares ~ The Greek God Of War (Black would)," I said "The second ones," my younger oldest brothers yelled out immediately making us all laugh (2092 words)

She chuckles and nods, “Do you have any name suggestions? Two boys, who’ll be princes, right?” He nods, “So, we need strong names. Like Leonidas… or Perseus… or Hector.” He chuckles, “You have a thing for Greek names?” She shrugs, “Leo, Percy, Heck. Okay, maybe not Hector, but still.” He chuckles then nods and thinks, then he looks at her, “Would you consider Simon or David?” She furrows her brows and looks at him,

Fia said as she ate her food. “Yeah,” Jason said as he tightened his grip on his spoon. “Ms. Fia, my name is Jason Evans.” “Huh?” Fia looked at him blankly. “The same Jason from the famous Greek legend. The Argonauts and the Golden Fleece,” Jason said carefully, worrying that she didn’t catch him. “Jason Evans? Alright. I remember it.” “Now that we’re friends, don’t call me Doctor Evans anymore. My friends call me Jase.”

"You know everything about your name?" I nodded yes. "What does your name mean?" "Victory of the people." I answered. "Very nice. What origin?" Why was she bombarding me with questions about my name? "Greek." I looked at Emmet for help. "Mom, don't scare my guest." Jane waved a hand at her face. "What? I just want to make sure she knows the meaning of her name." She shrugged. "So, I heard your name is connected to Nicolas." "Yes." I scratched my hair. "Nicole was derived from the Greek, masculine name Nicolas."

ARIA “Do you know the Greek alphabet?” He tensed. “I don’t think so…” He murmured scratching his head. “Well, you use it every day. It starts with the letter ‘Αα’ I wrote it in my notebook, and goes like this… ‘Ββ, Γγ, Δδ, Εε, Ζζ, Ηη, Θθ, … Ωω’. I stopped writing when I finished all 24 letters. You’re using their alphabet for your ranks. Now, the Alpha, it’s you. Next is the Beta (Ββ). It is pronounced Veta with a v, not a b. Like saying, vet. Then Gamma (Γγ) is pronounced yamma with y, not g, like when you say yellow. Then delta is like th in the word then, not a d. Epsilon is easy. Zeta, Eta, Theta like the th in thorn. I’ll skip the rest ‘cause I don’t need them, and I’ll go to the end. T