Unusual Character Names Novels & Stories

Truly, you have made our stay thus far both remarkably significant and significantly remarkable. Let us try further to conceal their persona by using the pseudonyms in no particular arrangement such as Princess, Yhet, Lorie, Connie, Kristal, Star, Elsie, Minette, Karla, Rose, Heidi, Aying, Lyndell, Ruby, Mia, Ramelle, Mark, Rommel and Jojo to name a few. If it is too much of an intrusion into your individual and private lives, please let us know how insensitive we have become.

At the notion, his expressions soften. "All right," the girl responded, blinking and nodding. Why does she always blink when I ask her a question? Did she have any eye problems as well? He stared her in the eyes. But her eyes are stunning. It didn't appear that they had any flaws. They were simply otherworldly. "Okay, then I'll tell you a couple names and you may pick one. What about Amanda? Amelia, Vivian, Isabella, Grace, Mary, and Sofi are some of the characters."

Someone who loves fictional characters. "Ops... sorry for earlier Margaret. I'm Dice by the way and that ugly arrogant man is Stone. Yeah~ he's like his name!" Dice, the Anime bishy said. He's bubbly. "So you really thought my sister is a maid?" Kuya Michael ask and Dice nervously laugh again making Christian to laugh.

She doesn’t want to get anyone suspicious so soon and she hasn’t even found Francine yet. “Evy” “You household name?” “... Ronx” “Ronx? I haven’t heard that name before” “It’s a foreign name.” “A foreign name?” Evy went to stand up and leave the woman before she realized she was lying. “Sorry. I saw someone I recognize. Until we meet again.” “Wait!” Evy gasped at the woman’s death gripped on her waist, worsening the corset on her. “Let go…” she said menacingly.

So I better start getting ready to get the upper hand in our beef. I flip past his profile, looking through the profiles of my brothers. I check for their names and it's still the same in this world. Aston, Axel, Flit, Gunnar, Ryan, Zane, Leo, Idris, and my illegitimate brother in the other world, Thor.

She would be exhausted the next day if they played any longer. "Let's go." Raeleigh's character was called Arsel in the game. It was a simple name, and it didn't attract any attention. She also registered her character as male, so the girls in the game wouldn't interact with her, since she's not a master, and guys would just ignore her existence too.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then, she typed the word slowly. Seraxa. The search bar filled with results almost instantly. Arabella leaned forward slightly, scanning the page as the first few links appeared. Nothing. Most of the results were completely unrelated — usernames, gaming characters, Strange fictional aliases people had invented online. None of them looked even remotely connected to the name she had heard in the dream. She frowned. “That can’t be it,” she murmured softly. The name in the dream had not sounded modern.

I know that — my old language reading is still at sixty percent, and whatever is in this text is going to be in the oldest dialect. But I look at the cover. And carved into the very bottom of the cover, small enough to miss if you don't know to look: A name. Not a title. A personal name. In characters I can read clearly because they're in the standard script, added later than the rest of the text — added deliberately, by someone who wanted one person to be able to read it even if the rest was incomprehensible. My name. Zephyr. Not this life's name. Not the name the Ragnars gave me that my uncle took back. Something older. The characters are archaic but the pronunciation is the same.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

“You’re impossible.” He stepped closer, voice dropping an octave. “But I’ll change. When i think of you I’ll start thinking of… I don’t know. Fish.” I blinked. “Fish?” He nodded solemnly. “Yes. Cold. Scaly. Emotionally detached. The opposite of you, Little Rebel.” I snorted. “That makes no sense and when are you going to tell me what this horrible nickname means?.” “One day, but not today,” he replied and then his lips crashed on mine.