Mystical Names Female Novels & Stories

She curtsies and bows low before rising and saying, “Thank you. I am Mystia, the high elder of the Spirit of the Crescent Moon coven. I have been waiting for what seems like many lifetimes for someone with enough determination, enough power and enough love for my granddaughter to access the tree of connections and then follow her connection and break that lock. I tried everything, but no matter what I did was never enough.” “It’s nice to meet you, Mystia. My name is Yasmine, and this is Zachariah…”

I asked carefully as curiosity lingered on me. A small smile plastered on her lips again. "My mundane name in this realm is Rachelle Simon-Alexander," she began softly. "But my deity name..." A brief pause followed. "...is Ragriel." The name settled strangely inside me. Why did it sound so ancient and unfamiliar? Yet somehow powerful enough to make my chest tighten. Rachelle's gaze softened slightly as she continued. "My deity title is the Goddess of Mate Bond." My eyes widened immediately. "Mate bond...?" I repeated blankly.

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

Everyone clapped and walked past her again, to introduce themselves with the Wiccan name they had once adopted at their initiation. ‘Blessed be, I'm Kerian,’ Liza kissed her on both cheeks, ‘my name means dark-haired.’ ‘Blessed be, my name is Gaea,’ Anke had tears in her eyes, ‘my name means earth.’ ‘Blessed be, Ohana is my name,’ Jente hugged her. ‘Sweetheart, my name means, from the forest.’ ‘Blessed be, they call me Ville,’ Raven gave her an encouraging wink and kissed her forehead. ‘And that means protector, yours, among other things.’ He leaned toward her, the look in his bright blue eyes warming her.

She opened it slowly, flipping through until she found the page she’d marked. “Look at the names,” she said, turning the book so I could see clearly. “Every witch that was either exiled or executed had a middle name starting with ‘Gaz’—Gazana, Gazriel, Gazintha. The pattern repeats itself. And guess what Gazelle’s full name is?” “Don’t tell me…” I muttered, already connecting the dots in my mind. “Gazelle,” she said. “Full name: Gazelle Amora Black.”

"Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?" "I created the fate of the Past and I placed the memory of myself into the other Fates' minds." "Tell us who you really are?" Morgana's teeth ground as she tried to resist answering that question. Greg reached into her pain receptors and twisted. She screamed out her answer. "My name is LILITH! I'm the goddess of Chaos!"

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 4: Ashes of the Forgotten ​Names had power—or so the priests often said. A god's name was etched upon the glowing Pillars of Heaven, spoken in the prayers of countless mortals, and remembered long after kingdoms had fallen into dust. ​Nysera's name had received none of those honors. It had never been carved upon the Pillars, no heavenly bells had welcomed it into existence, and no worshipper had ever whispered it in prayer. It had been given for only one purpose: to remind her that she was nothing.

She pulled out a ribbon and put her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut eyes staring back at her, her raven hair put up in a high ponytail just like how Fiachra put her hair up during a battle. When she was young people thought she’s the embodiment of Fiachra, that after centuries Fiachra came back and reincarnated in her body. That was the same reason why she was given the name Morrigan. She picked her bow and arrows, left the room, and walked to the training grounds.

The little angel corrected with a cute pointed look as Esmeray's words had somehow offended her. ”My apologies little witch. Do you mind telling me your name?” Gosh! The girl was too lovely for her own good with those two little piggy tails and the cute glare she was throwing Esmeray. “I can’t tell you my name. My mama said that if someone wants to know a witch’s name they have to be worthy enough.” The little girl said with a heavy sad sigh and an adorable grumble that had Esmeray's lips twitching. Holding her hand up to her lips Esmeray whispered as if it was a big secret. ”My name is Esmeray and I’m a witch too. A wickedly strong one from the House of Untouchables.” She winked playfully.

he confidently spoke, very sure that no person in Guijing City would be stupid enough to decline such an offer. He even had an afterthought of how idiotic it is to even mention his name, no person wouldn’t recognize a famed celebrity like him. “I’m…” the girl trailed off, should she introduce herself as Nixie? The name that the wicked woman, Yan Qiong bestowed her. It wasn’t the type of name she’d use nor deem as something she’d like, however, she decided to use it for people who aren’t trustworthy enough for her eyes. Her true name, Andromeda Seline Fuentez, holds great weight and value, it was the name of a constellation, of multiple stars combined to make a big pattern, to make life, to m