Goetia Names Novels & Stories

“The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.” “You’re Belphegor, aren’t you?” I already have a hunch that he is the last one because of how similar the name is. “Why don’t you use your real name instead of using Verphegor?” “Ah, no. I don’t like it.” He shakes his head stubbornly. “I have the same starting letter as Beelzebub. I don’t sound original!” “The two names don’t even sound the same…” “I don’t care

Still, curiosity tugged at her again. She opened another tab. This time she searched simply: Ancient names similar to Seraxa The list that appeared was long and confusing — dozens of obscure names from different cultures, many of them completely unrelated. None matched exactly. But a few looked vaguely similar. Serapis. Saraxa. Seraph. The word stirred something faint in her memory, though she couldn’t immediately place why. She clicked the link. The page opened to a simple explanation of the word’s origin — something tied loosely to ancient religious terminology.

motherfucking ph’nglui mglw’nafh hastur! hastur Father Ward’s trembling fingers typed ‘hastur.’ This produced several images of a spectral figure cloaked in yellow, one of which reclined on a throne made of skulls, and another Wikipedia link. The entry proved vaguer than the others, but no less disturbing. “Hastur,” he whispered. “The Unspeakable One. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Also known as Assautuu, Yastur, H’aztre, or Kazum. Mythical deity said to reside in far off Carcosa, along Lake Hyades. Often associated with gods of pagan and child sacrifice.”

I repeated after he didn't reply. "Did you find her name?" He groaned still half asleep. "No, but come and look at this," I said and I heard him slowly stand and slump over to the table I was sat at. "Donatia Chiaramonti, mated name Loren, is written in red. That's Postestas Loren's mate, the one with the powers. Hecate is also in red and so is this boy from 345 BC called Mirus Marcellaro. He died in 359 BC when he would have been 14, which makes me think he had the powers too and something obviously happened to him when he started to get out of control. In those days people used to name their offspring with meaning too. Donatia could come from the Latin for gifted, Donatus, and Mirus could

His surrounding embers cracked and behind the spirit, the goat head remains with twisty horns also embodied and stood above the altar, like a young adult, a manlike quadruped with a goat head, hooves, and claw-like hands. “A spirit of harvest, Ditiori, a name substantiated from the meaning ‘make them grow’, is on oath that he will live like a mortal bestowed with conjuring powers and on his death become a spirit again to go home to the spirit world of Mundu. Therefore, never shall a wicked, a fallen, enter its rest.”

“If Maxine and Wyot have become founders, what about Taran, Cairo, Zavis, and Henrik? What rank should they be? “What about Truett, Xitlaly, Rebella, Adair, Xantia, Lucille, and Wylie? “Let alone the powerhouses who have been famous for a long time in the Genesis World, such as Yegor, Herodias, Celestial Sages, Mattaniah, the Sect Leaders of the Three Great Sects…” “Stop it. You’re like a mosquito buzzing in my ear.” Thea pushed James away. “Everyone knows you have a lot of friends. You’re annoying!”

“Pasithea comes from the Greek word Pasi, which means King, and Thea, which means Gift of God. This made all the Wielder’s inhabiting its sacred lands king, because they are a gift from God and must be treated as such.” Ms. Marietta opened the thickest and the most ancient book Z had ever seen and a hologram of a gorgeous naked lady hovered just above its content. She’s only wearing a magenta piece of cloth, curling from her breast down to her genitals. “Selene is the beginning of all Wielders, so she’s the only God revered by Ancient Shadowests,” she paused to give the hologram a swipe, and came an average-looking woman. There were freckles on her pale chubby cheeks and her bloodshot eyes w

I feel his arousal and for the first time in days I feel myself getting hard. “Aurum…” I start but she immediately interrupts me. “My name is Dysnomia,” she growls, “my name has meaning to me. It is the name my mother gave me “Zee if you feel an emotional attachment to your testicles and eyeballs I advice to call her Dysnomia for now,” Gunther advices me.

“I never got your name.” He slowly turned back to the balcony. “Hades.” I couldn’t control the eyebrow that rose up my face. “That’s your name?” “Yes. Not as beautiful as Sofia, but it will do.” “Isn’t that the god of the underworld?” “Yes, to those who believe in Greek mythology. Are you one of those people?” “No. But it’s still an interesting name.”

"Aquamet Ignam. Per Teram at Erem Peripheco at Consecratet. Revoke at Revivae with Spiritus. Vineat at Corpus. Resurgent at Quod Perditum Est Restitutor. Elody Moonborn!" Odessa screamed, and there was a loud crash.