Old Greek Names Novels & Stories

he nodded toward the wolf, “is destroyer. You’re like two sides of my psyche.” Althea groaned in frustration and pulled away from him. She closed her cloak tight around her, hiding her breasts from sight. “And does your name mean, Milo?” she said. Miles snapped awake. “Miles,” he frowned at himself. “Miles in Greek means destroyer.”

My body was sore and my hormones were raging. I had made a list of names before I gave birth, but all the names seemed wrong for this tiny boy next to me. The list had the names Tyler, Seth, Adrien and Theo on there, but right now I wasn’t liking any of them. Osiris’ name had meaning, depending on Greek or Egyptian origin it meant either god of the living or god of the underworld and death. I always assumed it was Egyptian since his last name was Omari. I guess I didn’t know much of where Osiris came from. There was so much family drama on his side that I never asked Osiris about it. It didn’t matter that much to me before, but now we had a child that was fifty percent his and it was importa

Sihan too has heard the story in the past. James nodded in agreement with Sihan. “You're right, then Anthony also made up for Alan with his name just fine.” “What about Alan?" Elyn asked curiously. “His name is Alan Pham. Anthony says Alpha's name suits him better." As the first letter of the alphabet, alpha in Greek numerals came to represent the number 1. Hence alpha as both a symbol and a term is used to refer to the ‘first’ or ‘main’ or ‘most important’ (most significant) occurrence or status of a thing.

So, without a sudden movement, I began to pack up my things one by one slowly. "What Greek god name has four letters?" I looked at the man making weird grunts as if he was pretending not to know the answer. There are probably some Greek gods with names that contain four letters. I don't understand why he's asking himself, but I'm unsure about answering. "This one is tough to crack," he chuckles. "I guess at my age, and the brain is starting to lose its mind." I should go. "Do you know the answer, young lady?"

This show is fucking hilarious. “Soooo,” JoJo says and I turn back to her. “So?” I ask. She rolls her eyes. “Have you thought of names yet?” Yeah, it’s my turn to pick names. We’ve decided that we all want a shit ton of kids. Like, enough to fill the alphabet. It’s why the boys have names that start with “B,” “C,” and “D.” My name counts as the “A.” Obviously with the names of the boys, Hermes got to pick the last names. He wanted them to be strong Greek names, so we ended up with names that are going to be difficult for our boys to learn how to spell. Especially poor Demetrios.

We stood there looking at each other for a few seconds. -"Alexander" the man whispered. -"What?" I asked confused. -"My name is Alexander" he explained. -"Oh! It is a nice name" I commented awkwardly. -"I guess...." he replied. -"What a coincidence! Our names are both Ancient Greek. Did you know that?" Ι asked excited. "What am I doing? I behave like a teenager in front of him! What's wrong with me?" I told myself. My wolf kept silent. -"I might have heard something about..." he replied coolly with a smile.

In seconds, I was on the floor laughing out my lungs. "What's funny?" She asked. "You've lost it, Cam! You've really lost it." I said, regaining my composure. "I'm not joking!" She yelled at me in annoyance. "How do you expect me to believe that I'm this monster from an ancient fable told to kids?" "I don't know? But it is the only explanation that I can think of." She exhaled loudly. "Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..."

"Is that why she's so tall? And why she has cheekbones that looks like they've been personally carved by the sculptor? And why she has an amazing body figure?" Wesley chuckled. "It's not that. Your mom is blessed. Beautifully blessed. And somehow, it might be true. Girls from Greece are exceptionally tall and beautiful." "Is that so? So what's her Greek name then?" I eyed Wesley, indirectly begging him not to tell her because I knew she would tease me with it. "Calliope." "Cali--what?" "Calliope. That's your mom's Greek name. It means beauty. So you see, somehow her beauty is generational or from their genes, or whatever that shit. But hell, you should see her mom. Her mom is ve-ry beautiful

asked the little boy. "The Greeks and Romans," said the old man, "called her a Dryad; but that we do not understand. The people who live in Copenhagen have a much better name for her; they call her 'old Granny'—and she it is to whom you are to pay attention. now listen, and look at the beautiful Elderbush.

He said and it sparked my interest. "Why?" I asked, finding myself more inquisitive. "I prefer football. It's fun, I don't have to read for it or cram stupid Greek names like Zeut," He said and I laughed. "It's Zeus, let me explain, it's pretty interesting if you pay attention." "Oh no, please," Henry pleaded and reached to cover his ears but I held him down and laughed. "There were three immortal Greek gods. They were all brothers. Their names were Zeus, Poseidon and Hades," I started to say, remembering exactly how it was in my notebook.