Name Meaning Forest Spirit Novels & Stories

"Boshaft... Where did they get its name anyway? It sounded foreign." "Malevolent, that is what the name means." Eugene said just right on time as they stopped before a dark and creepy woodland. That was when Abby realized that the forest no longer needed further explanation regarding its name. Just the energy that forest gave off itself was enough to give justice to its name. The forest was definitely living up to its English name, malevolent. Huge trees, contorting into weird angles were just one among the other creepy things that could be seen in the Boshaft forest.

Chapter 23: The Rumors (Part-9) The people of Green Garden and Liannon called the weeping forest by many names, before. However, people called it by this particular name because of a reason. Rumors had it, some traveler heard a painful crying of a woman from deep inside the forest. Some others heard a strange inhuman voice that brought goosebumps to the travelers who heard it. No one was really sure what that was all that about, until now. One of the unlucky ones who knew the truth was Jeremiah Brownfur, a newbie white priest who aided the king in a mission to stop the floral witch’s wrongdoings.

“Ruh alghabat aleazimati. 'atlub mink musaeadati fi eubur aljadari!” The old Shaman took a deep breath then raised her hand, feeling the vines envelope her body and began to raise her. She was carried over to the other side. The everlasting spirit of the Tiger --- the great spirit residing inside of the forest whispered sweet promises that the spirit will pour all of her blessings to Calleb and to her as well, so that they'll be able to save the Forest and the people. “Luntian!” Calleb called for her, and by the looks of it, the young man was impatient as ever. “Why are you taking so long?! Hurry up, you old prune!”

The girl spoke first with a question. "How do you know my name?" Mayari asked with her usual monotone. "It isn't important for now, Lady Mayari." She shook her head. "Then who are you?" "I am one of the many spirits that live in this beautiful forest." She curtsy, "My name is Varah, the 1st of the Seven nymphs of the Yuver River." "What do you want?" Mayari asked sternly. "I want you to accept our beloved offer." The nymph replied, her smile never faltering.

She continues waiting for Elowen to introduce herself. "Elowen." Elowen reacts. " I am the Spirit of the Forest, guardian of this realm." The ethereal woman then introduce herself too. "What do you want from us?" Jason asks, his voice cautious. The spirit's gaze pierces through us, and I feel a deep sense of understanding. "I can see the burdens you carry. Your path has been fraught with pain, and your hearts are heavy with grief for what has been lost."

The place was perfect—a huge tree full of them. “From what some northern wolves commented, the spirit tree is the most respected place in the north. Few come here and when they do, they usually make promises to the old spirits of the forest,” William said. The neon lights had me mesmerized. “Sounds like a great thing,” I said and smiled. “It is and that's why, in front of the spirit tree, I want to promise you something,” William said and I looked at him with a frown. “What are you going to promise?” I asked and he bowed.

As usual it is a good time to chat with Aminta. “Aminta, why the name Pseudea? Does that give them false information?” “Yes, names have meaning. Pseudea is an old spirit, just like me. Where my name means protector or vindicator, Pseudea means falsehoods and lies. When we are sent to earth we have a purpose. My purpose is to protect someone or a group and to restore balance. Pseudea is a strong spirit and a good fighter but she doesn’t always see things through. Underestimating her is your worst mistake. And that has been done throughout history”

The spirit of the woman who we wanted to seek answer regarding the black mist appeared before us, her ethereal look made her supernatural as her shadow shown bright white. “Welcome,” She begun her voice cutting through our ears like an axe cutting through wood, “my name is abia, this is the forest of truth, destiny and of course tragedy, i know you seek my presence, but to prove you are worthy, each of you will be tested just like amelia.” “Once you've all passed, then truly you can find the answers you seek.” She said, vanishing to thin air immediately not giving us any room to ask questions.

“As long as there is hope within this world, I will be there to fight against the darkness that you rule.” Lucifer chuckled darkly as his voice purred, causing many to shiver in their places. “Welcome to the Spirit Wars, Ava!” He walked across the room like none have done before because he looked like he was gliding. “It’s interesting; Ava means life and you’re a Spirit Walker, who talks and walks with the dead.”

The Heartwood, a silent guardian of the mystical realm, seemed to radiate a palpable sense of approval. Davien and I ventured deeper into the magical haven, hand in hand. The vibrant foliage, adorned with iridescent hues, responded to our presence with a gentle rustle—the unseen spirits of the forest acknowledging the resilience of our bond. As we meandered through the labyrinthine paths, the mystical energy infused every step with a profound connection to the Heartwood.