Whimsical Names Novels & Stories

Ash laughs, and she frowns slightly, he holds up a hand. “I’m sorry, Honey. The accent was just so spot on, I wasn’t expecting it.” Kai smirks, and she nods and shrugs, “Turns out his name was Davey. He and his crew called themselves ‘The Wombles’. After the TV show, ‘Underground, overground, wombling free.’ Because we’d be above and below ground sometimes and we were totally free to do what we wanted. ‘The Wombles of Wimbledon, common are we.’ We were hanging around the Wimbledon area and we were as common as muck. ‘Making good use of the things that we find, things that the everyday folks leave behind.’ We took things from bins, for the most part, the discarded items and detritus of a city

Suzu barked once. "Right. So something gender-neutral. Cool. Modern. Perhaps a little magical." I pulled out my notepad from under the coffee table. "River? Sky? Nova? Orion? Riley? Phoenix? You like any of those?" Suzu barked again at Phoenix. "Okay, so we like fiery rebirth energy. Noted." I made a note. "I swear if Dan vetoes that name, we're having a puppy-naming contest and you're helping pick the winner."

He scratched his head. He’d been given the nickname of “Mudlark” by the other children in his village because of the weird way he nurtured the plants and swine that made their home in the muddy areas outside the village. He’d been hearing it so long, he’d come to think of it as part of his name. But it wasn’t. The dragon had called him Pierce Wande. That was his true name, wasn’t it? Sniffia sneezed.

"Um, what about a middle name?" She shrugged. "Okay. Do you want to choose it?" "Well, there is this name that I can't seem to get out of my head." "What is it?" "Fre-erasia." "Are you shittin' me? Jasmine Fre-erasia Hyden?" "Too over the top?" She lay back tiredly. "Sounds like a third world country." He nodded and then squinted at her. "How about Kelly?" "Kelly?"

Sir Owin Jasir – (Owen JA-seer) Sira Torila – (Tor-ILL-ah) Sira Andreya – (An-DRAY-ah) Sir Andric – (AN-drik) Sir Garath – (GAR-ath) Sir Devlyn – (DEV-lin) Sir Milos – (MEE-los) Sir Garett – (GAR-ett) The Na’Himara – (Nah-Him-AR-ah) (The Sorceresses) Founder: Keyalla – (Kay-AL-ah) Maajira (Mah-JEE-rah): Vedila – (Ve-DEE-lah) Keyla – (Kaylah) Breya – (Braya) Ciara – (SEE-arah) Luceya – (Loo-SAY-ah) Allayna – (All-AY-nah) Halina – (Hal-EE-nah) Munira – (Moo-NEE-rah)

“You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?” “It’s badass.” “Next.” He cleared his throat. “Kieran. Means ‘little dark one.’ Kieran Dunham.” “…I actually like that.” His jaw dropped. “Did you just agree with me?!” “Don’t get used to it. But yeah, it’s a good name.” He pumped his fist in the air. “I’m on fire tonight! Alright, how about Laziel? Sounds mysterious, right?” “Sounds like a knock-off wizard.” “Okay, okay, fair. What about Orin? Means ‘white wolf.’”

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.

It was rare, having moments like these, light, easy, untouched by danger or politics. Then Lily suddenly grinned. “So, any names yet? Or are we calling the baby Bean until they’re twenty?” I groaned. “Don’t start. Graham wants something traditional. I suggested Zephyr.” She gasped dramatically. “Zephyr! Oh, I love it. Mysterious, bold, poetic.” “Thank you! Finally, someone gets it.” “What else is on the list?” “Graham Junior.” She burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Oh no. Please tell me you shut that down immediately.”

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

“Oh, my God.” “What?” he said innocently. “It worked, didn’t it?” She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “We should start talking about names.” “Done,” he said immediately. “I’ve got a list.” April arched a brow. “Really?” “Oh yeah. First up—Princess Sparkle McThunderpants.” She burst out laughing. “You’re not naming our baby after a comic book horse.” “Fine. What about Galaxyra? Or Unicornia?”