Astrid Name Meaning Bible Novels & Stories

The Princess raised an eyebrow. “Yes and it… well, it also has a lot of meanings… like a lot! A really, really lot!” Eden insisted, internally scrambling her brain at the same time for her on-and-off language lessons with her father years ago, “In the West, your name literally means like a melody but… but in the Bible your name might as well be derived from the name ‘Ariel’–which means lion of God!” A beat of silence. “Huh,” the Princess smirked, “I didn’t know about that–”

“I want what every being of power desires—control.” Control? My mind raced, trying to piece together what she meant. Was she the one who had sent the wolf to attack us? Or was she something else entirely? “Who are you?” I growled, my patience wearing thin. She stepped closer, her movements graceful, almost serpentine. “I am Astrid,” she said, her voice lilting like a dark melody. “And I am far older than you can comprehend.” Astrid. The name sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t just the name; it was the way she said it, as if it carried centuries of history, power, and destruction.

“What was her name? Your sister?” “Elfleda. It means ‘Elf beauty’. It suited her. She had amber eyes, dark brown hair, the brightest smile and such a loving nature. She was always willing to see the best in people.” Astrid nodded again. She leaned across him for a moment and handed him a glass of water. Sigwulf quickly drank the water and placed the glass back on the side table then turned to face Astrid directly. “Sorry I went all crazy on you downstairs. But when I saw Fulton, and saw him talking to you, I just...”

Venus's voice called from the entrance of the room. “Oh, Venus?” she replied, gesturing for her to come in as she booted up her laptop. “Aren’t you sleeping?” Venus asked, standing not far behind her. Astrid shook her head while typing her password on the laptop in front of her. She perched on the corner of the table and continued with her work. “I need to find any background information on Athena Wrenth,” Astrid said, trying to open every file she had previously handled. “Do you know anything about her family history?”

~Astrid~ I felt something calling me, i didn’t know what it was that kept calling me but then i didn’t know what it was but i knew that the feeling was one that i couldn’t describe. “Oh my, did you see the Lycan King Dante? He looks like a statue that the moon goddess made herself.” “He doesn’t look like what we heard in stories as children, they said that Lycans were beasts that were merciless and ruthless but then he didn't look anything like that.”

He looked at the crowd, then back down at his daughter, his voice trembling. “We name her Eliana Amaris Judah. 'Eliana' means ‘God has answered’, and ‘Amaris’ means ‘Promised by God’. Because she is. Both of them are.” A round of soft claps rose, and gentle tears flowed. The second daughter was placed in Fedora’s arms. She smiled through her tears. “And this one,” she said, “will be Zariah Eden Judah. ‘Zariah’ means ‘radiance’, and ‘Eden’ for the peace she brought with her.”

Nimbus repeated the first question. If the other party was a man, he would be worried that his daughter had been deceived. Astrid has been very sheltered sinc e small, and she had never experienced the evils of the outside world. Even though David was around and he might not have to worry about this, Nimbus still could not stop himself from asking. “She’s a woman, of course!” Astrid rolled her eyes at her father. “What’s her identity?” “The head of the Iridescent Sect!” “Is she powerful?”

Ares said, turning to face her, "Did you connect Astraea's name to Zeus?" She winced at what Ares said and also shook her head because it was not true. She named her daughter "Astraea," which means "star," because every time she looks up at the sky and sees stars, it gives her hope in the darkest of times. And that was Astraea to her. While Felice sounded like her name Elise, that's why she decided that Astraea's second name would be Felice. "No, I didn't," she refused. "Oh, I thought so," Ares said, while scratching the side of his brow.

Lyrien gasped, his hands feebly clutching at my forearms, "that Astrid isn't just a princess to be bartered. She has her mother's pulse. The moment she realizes what she is... you won't be able to lock enough doors to keep her." ​I shoved him back into the chair. My mind was racing. I thought of the way Astrid looked at me in the gym—the fire in her eyes, the way she didn't just take the spanking, but glared at me with a hatred that felt like a challenge. She wasn't just a 'Velvet' I could drape in lace. She was a storm waiting for a reason to break.

I frown, trying to remember her name, “Root?” “Ruh-oot?” “Yes! That’s it.” Aldric is suddenly wide-awake. He pushes himself up on his elbows. "You're sure that's what she said?" "Yes. It's the only thing I understood." “Oh. That is bad. That is so very, very bad.” “Why?” “Reut is the Hebrew name for Ruth.”