Galatea Meaning Novels & Stories

Again nothing. “Now what?” Gael asked exasperated. Eden looked defeated. Tolina spoke up. “Didn’t I say you both are going to have to work together?” Gael was losing patience and getting a little snippy. “What the hell am I supposed to do? How do I work with her? I had nothing to do with her taking Ronan from me?” Yep snippy. “I think she means that Eden and I have to work together. Now tell me why?” “Eden told you what her name meant and what her power stems from. How about you Phoenix? Do you know what your name means?”

"Who are you?" She didn't give me a direct answer. Instead, she spoke in riddles, her words carrying a weight I couldn't fully grasp. She told me of my destiny, of a bond that was meant to be. My heart raced as I tried to comprehend the significance of her words. "You are Alpha Galan's mate," she said, her voice like a gentle breeze. "He will claim you fully when you are ready." Alpha Galan? The name sounded familiar, a distant echo in my memory. It was as if I had heard that name before, but where? I struggled to remember, my mind reaching back through the haze of my past.

They spell nothing but danger to my kingdom. King Gaius and his small entourage broke into a gallop and rode many miles eastwards towards the Burg of Athena. The walled city of Athena was an ancient city that cut an isolated but gigantic geographical feature along the coast of Euphrates. The legendary city was renowned for its martial superiority along with its combative dominance, having conquered many kingdoms and subjecting emperors to slavery and instant death.

Cool right…NOT! Isle Radha sits in the north Atlantic Ocean near the Tropic of Cancer. Radha in Hindi means queen love of Gods, and rightfully so since this island was created to hide the Goddess of the moon Selene’s precious daughter, whom the other gods helped her create… A.K.A me. So, you see that’s why no one is allowed to remember me once they leave the island, the gods must protect their precious little treasure.

Dacia stands beside me, arms folded, looking younger and more afraid than I’ve ever seen her. Dacia (soft, almost embarrassed): *The Deep Script isn’t mine.* *It’s Atlantean.* *Poseidon himself gave it to the first bearer when Atlantis tried to drown the world.* *He… tried to help me the way Rowan helps you now.* *He failed.* *I still drowned half of Europe before the crown shattered itself to stop me.* I stare at her. Then at the tablet. Then back at her. Celeste (deadpan): “Hold up.”

He walks directly towards me without an ounce of hesitation and drops elegantly into the empty chair beside mine. Up close, he smells… sweet and savory. Which is actually insane. Gael grabs a honey cake. "I've been dying to meet you," he announces around a bite. "Rhain threatened to remove Cain's tongue yesterday because he was trying so hard to describe to me how good you look in black.” My mouth falls open. The Queen Mother rubs her temple. “That is not necessary." Gael turns towards me again, his eyes sparkling wickedly. "I'm Gael. Officially the king's zeta. Unofficially, the only person keeping this palace from becoming a blood-thirsty emotional support group."

“You know the Moon Goddess has been appearing in my dreams.” He nods once. “The last time she came, she told me to ask you about that word.” The atmosphere shifts instantly. Heavy. Charged. I give him a shortened version of the dream—how she warned me to stop the marking, to expose the truth, to prepare for what’s coming. “I figured you’d know,” I finish weakly. “You are the Scroll Guardian.” Ethan exhales slowly. “I do know.” My pulse quickens. “Really?” “‘Bartel’ comes from ancient Gaelic,” he says. “On the surface, it means ‘strong warrior.’”

At last, my finger stumbled upon a name that I wouldn’t dream of finding here. Gaia Delvaux. “No. It can’t be.” I shook my head and ran to my fingertips once again. The Greek alphabets turned into Latin-script words. Again, it read Gaia Delvaux. My mother’s name. My mother was dead ten years ago when Atlas had killed her.

"Galia is one of the most cursed territories since the Fall of the Stars over two thousand years ago. Amazingly, it's also one of the safest places, especially Lutetia, at least a hundred years ago." Leonore began to speak Artemisia trying to remember the history classes she had. She remembered very well that she had decorated the map of Galia on account of the properties of the Carmesim, who had many other names. But I couldn't really remember any class the tutor talked about the origin of the Carmesim. The only records they had were fifty years after the family's fame began.

Seal never told her I was an Atlantean. “My name is Gallant. The ones I allow and are closest to me call me Gale. I came here seeking you, to learn an ability I need to master in order to win over my true love’s heart.” Saying that last line out loud made me sound like a desperate fool. I didn’t like being this vulnerable to complete strangers. “I see. Well, for starters we’ll call you Gale. I have a feeling we’re going to be real close the longer you stay here.” I tightened my fist to protest and took a step forward. As I did the other woman readied themselves to attack.