Scaramouche Name Ideas Novels & Stories

"Only our places are reversed and you're having difficulty controlling yourself. So. Cesar is out. Brutus is out. Hmm. Flavia is too flamboyant. Demosthenes is a dog name... Sinna?" Nyxen's face blanked momentarily, and then he burst out laughing. "So it was highly tasteful," Declan murmured. "Subtle power. A name to reckon with. Elekectra is too cliche, as is Hera, Venus, Hestia. I'll guess her name, you know I will. Tell me and I'll stop naming names." Nyxen slowly stopped laughing, though continued grinning. He looked at Declan with a relaxed smile. "You're right. This is ridiculous." Then he walked over and backhand slapped him, hard.

"Hey, I want to be prepared. So, what do you have in mind?" He leaned back against the cushions, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... something strong, classic, but also with personality. For a boy... maybe something like... 'Malik.'" My eyes lit up instantly. "Malik... I like that. Strong, confident. Okay... for a girl?" Zaire grinned. "How about 'Amara'? Elegant, timeless... but still fierce." I nodded, already visualizing it. "I can see that. Amara or Malik... I like it. But let's throw some fun ones out too."

Scar cleared his throat and said, “Not sorry to break the reunion, but I have to say I did not expect you to have the brains to reach me. Here, I thought you were weak and pathetic, like your husband. Well, you are, but for a small amount of time, I thought you would leave him here.” I rolled my eyes and declared, “You are weak and pathetic, Scar, or should I say, Marcus Ricci?” Nicolas looked at him in shock, and I nodded my head. “Oh, haha, you finally found out my name.” “Yes, your tramp mother was more than willing to explain to us how you changed your name to Scar in order to fit the fake macho persona you’re attempting to portray. You don’t have much in your body anyways as the princes

he shrugs. "What should I name her?" I ask. "Scar?" "Not that name," I frown. "Well, in The Lion King, there is that lion with a scar, and his name is Scar, so I thought it's ideal," he explains. "No, a scar shouldn't define her." I start trying out some names, but nothing seems to suit her. I exhale,

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, but she knew he wouldn’t thank her for saying so and so instead she began to reel off all that she knew about Shane’s pack, starting with his name and finishing with his promise to take Lauchair one way or another. “He even suggested I could be his mate if I helped him, Ans he mentioned Scar of Scanthin ” Hazel struggled to say the words, cringing even as she did. The thought of being anywhere near that man made her feel physically sick, and she longed to be in Snarl’s arms once more. “And I’m guessing that you didn’t?” Damon asked. He had remained at the bottom of the bed with his arms crossed during the telling of her story. Hazel had hoped that he

he asked. Zara squinted. She took her final bite of pancake and shrugged. “Haven’t figured it out yet. I need some time on that one. But definitely something magnificent, royal, unforgettable,” she said. “Magnificent, royal, unforgettable,” he repeated, echoing her words. “Mmhm,” Zara hummed, setting the tray aside. “Okay. Do you have a name to suggest?” he asked. “Well, let’s see—if it’s a girl,” she raised her chin upwards, “London or Sapphire. If it’s a boy—Marcel, after my father.”

Scarlett asks. “No. I didn’t want to name her without you.” Scarlett is touched by his words. She looks down at her daughter. Her scent is like sweet caramel, her skin fair and ethereal. It’s almost as if she has been carved with every bit of beauty. “How about…Vivienne?” She asks. “Vivienne James Rochester.” Vivienne James…Ryder likes it. “Then Vivienne James it is,” he declares. ... A.N: Hey guys! This is the end of this story. Thank you for supporting me so far in this journey. It was slow but surely memorable. Scarlett and Ryder will always be close to my heart and I hope you'll shower my other books with love as well.

Nico asked, becoming interested in this naming game. “Hmm.. I don’t know yet.. What do you think girls?” “Kirran could be a Knight like Armie.. Hehehe..” Nico suggested. “I’ll be a Duke!” “Well..he said it already haha..” Ophelia laughed. The anxiety from the competition was already forgotten. The five of them became fast friends.