Esmeray Meaning Novels & Stories

“It was a difficult day, but I’m okay. Thank you for coming to check on me.” Levi let out a sigh of relief, his tense posture relaxing as he took in Esmeray’s words. “I’m just glad you’re safe,” he said, his voice filled with genuine relief. “I couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you.” Esmeray reached out and embraced Levi, the gesture a silent reassurance that she was indeed unharmed, “I’m fine, thanks for coming,”

She stared into my eyes, lost in their mysteries. "Esmeralda is a Spanish word for Emerald, a rare precious gem-stone that signifies truth and love and as your name implies, you are precious to me. As precious as a rare gemstone and you are not only precious, you are powerful. Don't forget that," She kissed my forehead and engulfed me in a bear hug. "Do you still want to change your name?" She asked while I shook my head. My name was perfect. "I love you, Esmeralda," I heard her sniff as she fought the urge to spill tears.

"His name is Emeriel. Emeriel Galilea Evenstone." Emeriel. It's a neutral name, and also means 'Sky's Protection' in the old tongue. Garret liked it. Fitting too, for their daughter would need all the luck and protection in the world. "I agree," Garret spoke aloud. With the plan fully in his mind, Garret swore the two other men in the room to secrecy. ********* That night, Garrett and his wife, stood by the baby’s small cradle, watching their newborn sleep. Across the room, their three-year-old daughter, Aekeira, lay curled under a blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.

She walked in wearing cream cashmere and confidence, her glossy black hair perfect despite the October wind. When our eyes met across the café, her smile faltered for just a brief moment before it snapped back into place. “Emery.” She slid into the seat across from me, with a polished grace. “You look incredible. I mean, considering everything you've been through…” “Save it.” The pleasantries die on her lips. Good. I'm not here for small talk. “I wasn't sure you'd actually come,” she said,. Her fingers were dancing nervously around her purse strap. “When you called, I thought—”

I watched as she wrote a note and then it disappeared into thin air as she chanted ‘mitte’. Magic was amazing and I loved the world we lived in. I just hope to the Goddess above that it didn’t end because of Soren’s war. How devastating would it be to fight for something just to watch all of it die? I didn’t have to wait long and there was a knock on Amarantha’s office door. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Ember stepped inside with a smile on her face and her cat at her side. I took in a deep breath of her burnt peach orchard smell and smiled brightly at seeing her again.

“S-She is the woman you have been looking for.” This froze Emperor Claus for a moment, thinking that he was probably mishearing him or Evander was simply talking about someone else. It was because he found it odd why Emery would even be there in Elescaster City. “Who is it exactly?” he asked. “It’s Emery Trigon, Your Imperial Highness.”

“Doesn’t matter. I want to know everything about her.” “She’s nothing but a slave. A wolfless slave too,” the girl said viciously. Esme wasn’t wolfless I saw her shift myself. “Her mother’s the biggest slave around her. She’s been a slave since she was sixteen. Esmeray’s such a clown she’s almost been kicked out of the mansion since she was six years old. I’m sorry if she’s bothered you Alpha. I’ll make sure she’s reprimanded.” “You won’t do that,” I made sure my words struck her bones.

The air buzzed with tensions; every word, every glance, sharpened my ambition. And into this hall swept the emissaries of House Esmeray. They arrived cloaked in silks of storm-gray and wine-red, their garments embroidered with serpents and roses, symbols of temptation and poison entwined. They bowed low, their lips curving with false reverence, and presented their gift. A woman. She entered veiled in crimsons, her movements slow and deliberate, every step measured like a dance. Her skin glimmered pale beneath the torchlight, her figure graceful yet commanding. Even hidden behind the gauze, her beauty struck like a weapon.

Even Ben hasn’t freed her. “Because I will do what needs to be done to get back to my pack, even if it means physically breaking apart every wolf who stands in my way.” A chill runs up my spine as I hold her gaze. “Who are you?” “You know my name.” “That’s not what I’m asking. Who are you?” Her mouth twitches but she doesn’t smile. Instead, she slides down the bars until she’s seated, her head leaning back against the stone wall. “Emery of Obsidian Temple. I have no last name. I am Alpha after my mother, Jade. She died ten years ago, so I took her title.”

"Esme? What exactly is your problem?" Jeremy questioned. Esme was acting in a very peculiar manner. Esme's aura was no longer that of the bubbly and cheerful girl that he and Xiara had always known her to be. Instead, she gave off a different vibe. It was so gloomy that it was almost sinister.