Renaissance Names Novels & Stories

Jayden let out a bitter, broken laugh, shaking his head like a madman. "Bullshit!" he spat. "The royal family's surname is Vanslord! This man’s name is Castielle!" The elder gave a thin, knowing smile, the kind that made Jo’s skin prickle. "You are half-correct," he said. "Castielle... is his middle name." And with that, the final elder lowered himself onto his seat, leaving Dante standing alone at the center of the courtyard, the weight of his bloodline hanging heavy in the stunned silence.

The sisters will only have ashes left of themselves. “Tell us, what is your intention for messing with this person's feelings?” Rain pointed the ring towards the demons. “Who are you, human? Why do you hold the king’s ring?” Klothod asked. Even with its strength, he can’t resist the power of the ring. “I am the only descendant of king Solomon. My name is Renaissance.” Axel looked at him amused. He knew Axel wanted to tease him about his name. But he did not give him the chance to do so.

"I was thinking of names that carry a sense of power and unity. How about naming them Leonidas, Maximus, and Valerius?" Zara pondered the names, a smile playing on her lips. "They're strong names, just like you envisioned. Leonidas, Maximus, and Valerius—it suits them perfectly." Alexander, relieved and pleased with her response, continued, "And each name carries a story of bravery and strength. Leonidas, like the Spartan king, symbolizes courage; Maximus, inspired by the Gladiator, signifies greatness; and Valerius, a tribute to valor and resilience." Zara, touched by the thoughtful choices, leaned against Alexander. "I love them. Our boys will grow up knowing the power of their names and t

Alessia adjusted him against her shoulder, her expression softening, “He looks so much like you did, Adriano. The same eyes.” Claire leaned in, brushing a finger over the blanket with a tender smile, “He’s beautiful. He deserves a strong name.” Dante crossed his arms, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Something that carries weight. Marco, maybe.” “Marco,” Raphael repeated, tasting it, before shaking his head. “Too common. Needs something rarer. Angelo.” “Vittorio,” Luca offered from the corner, “Name him after Nonno.” Silvio let out a low laugh. “Christ, if he turns out anything like Nonno, we’re all fucked.”

“Papa…” “I supported your little games as long as you knew where she was twenty-four hours a day. We could have killed her at our leisure then. So tell me why she slipped through your fingers. And look at you, Elizabetta, turning to Renzo’s people for help. You know how much I hate dealing with that prick, Riccardo.” I shivered. Papa loved reshaping English names to fit his Italian tongue. Renzo became Lorenzo, Richard became Riccardo, and my name… Elix became Elisabetta…

I am also Prince Justice Maclean but my other name is Prince Douglas. Do you understand? I don’t want you to mention your correct names. You should find names fast. Girls we have names like, Janet, Rebecca, Felicia, Nora, Beatrice, Lucy, Nancy, Rose, Rosaline, May, Felicity, Lily, Samantha, Monica, Judith, Mama, Lizzy, Kate, Georgina, Fatha, Beauty, Portia, Lydia, Cynthia and others.

“You did a great job.” “Thank you.” She smiled. “What are you going to name them?” Mom asked. “I was thinking Elwin and Elara, to go with the family name, what do you think?” I asked Rhea. “I like it.” She grinned. “How about Ryan and Roxanne for their middle names?” “Elwin Ryan Borbon-Anjou and Elara Roxanne Borbon-Anjou, that's beautiful.” “Just by looking at them, I can tell they are going to be troublemakers. You guys surely have your work cut out for you because you are going to be going through double the trouble.” Esteban laughed and his wife hit him on his back.

, he said, looking down in embarrassment. I smiled at him and looked around the group, smiling at each of them. They all looked confused at first, exchanging dangerous looks amongst each other. After some time, they began to smile back at me, until every single one of us had a clown-like expression on our faces. “What's your name?”, I asked the man in front of me, my lips still curved upwards. “My name is Nathan, Luna” he said, bowing his head at me. I smirked and nodded at him.

And Gia couldn’t help but think that Lonan had become like that because of Willow. “Then what do Alrix and Freya mean?” Bringing up the two little ones would lift Raven’s mood. Gia had never asked before. The corner of Raven’s lips lifted again. His eyes glanced at the rearview mirror momentarily before turning toward a luxurious apartment complex. “Alrix means a nobleman, a lord. Freya means a goddess or princess.” Raven named his children because he had also mapped out their lives to always be on top and in power. In doing so, Raven still showed his dominant nature. Gia didn’t mind as long as the names still had good meanings.

"Oh. That's sad … but we need to call them a name, since today's the first day you will be seeing both of them for the first time." "What of Romeo and Renato? " she asked. "My babies aren't from rome. Since Romeo means someone from Rome, and Renato means born again… " "What of Dante and Dino then? They are quite good. Don't you think so?" "Dino is the short form for Bernardino, while Dante is the short form for Durante. I want something better than Mary…" "Okay, how about Elio, Ennio, Enzo, Nico, Nino, Mario, Marco, Luigi…" She kept mentioning names while I stared at her with widened eyes.