Names Meaning Mystery Novels & Stories

My voice was sharp and steady. At my words, Marcus halted in his tracks, his entire being jolting to a halt. Slowly he turned towards me, his forehead creased slightly. "Who told you that name?" He asked, calmly this time around. "That name... Only my mistress knows of it." I could see the confusion gleaming in his eyes as he stared at me. Of course, if I didn't know the name, who else would? That was the name I had given him after I met him and brought him into Maltos' castle.

she exclaims, and I chuckle at the reminder of the mistake people commonly made when Luna was alive and the look of surprise on their faces when they found out the truth. She is quiet for a few seconds, as if contemplating her next question. “What inspired the name Muna?” “It was the name Luna picked for her daughter as far back as when she was a little girl. It means desires and hope and wishes, and she always associated it with beauty.” “It’s a beautiful name… and she’s a beautiful little girl.” “Speaking of names,” I say, leaning forward on my elbows. “Yours is pretty unique as well.” “It means ‘Dawn’,” she answers. “I’m the youngest of girls. I like to think my parents just wanted it to

I led the way, and she followed, wheeling a small suitcase behind her. As we walked, we got to talking. She introduced herself as Yvonne Watson. She was thirty years old, so five years younger than me. She insisted I call her Vonn, and I had no problems with it. I did not have a nickname, so she just called me Gavin in return. "Vonn, the room's pretty basic. This is my bachelor’s pad, so I haven't done much with the place." I felt a bit sheepish. With her sophisticated look and youthful vibe, she seemed out of sync with the modest surroundings.

“You gave me a name I am thankful for. Anyway, I would like to introduce myself, but I want to remain anonymous for some reason, so I’d like you to go on and tell me about yourself.” Why would he want to hide his identity? What was he planning? Anyway, I tapped on the bottom, guessing I would just have to keep typing if I wanted to get to know him. “My name is Billie; you already know me. I also have a twin called Blake. You already know that...” I didn't know what else to type; he knew so much already… “Glad to know that, Billie. For now, I’ll introduce a little about myself. I am M.N., a student just like you and an explorer.”

a my captor might save me from this ‘Org’ guy but that doesn't make him a good guy or my savior, he is still my captor and still scares me somehow. Just wished I had a hint about his name or something so I don't keep calling him my captor or black clothing guy. “So what did you bring to feed us now, Del?” Org asked. I smiled. He just put me out of my misery. His name is Del, but who has a name called Del? ‘Your, captor’ my mind answered and I broadened my smile. “What are you smiling at young lady?” Org asked and just as the smile came it disappeared and I just bow my head whilst shaking my head.

"She was describing someone she has already met through the field and understood in whatever language she uses for that." He is quiet for a moment. "She named her sister," he says. "She did," I say. We sit with this for a while, the comfortable library quiet, and I think about all the names in this story and how none of them were accidents. Lyra is chosen in a library at midnight for what the word carries. Neve meaning snow, something that arrives quietly and changes everything it covers. Sera means evening, the same register as Lyra, the connection between my mother and my daughter built into the names themselves.

I asked to confirm while searching for the brightest star above, although we wouldn’t be able to locate the Polaris here in Palawan. “Yes, I was named after that. My parents met in Canada but they were unsuccessful to see the Polaris star. They even went to Greenland and Australia but like in Canada, they were not able to spot the Polaris there as well. Desperate, my mom named me after Polaris, that was also close to my father’s name, Aristotle.” “I actually loved your real name, Aris. It sounds unique.” My right palm softly touched his left cheek as I looked at him through my long eyelashes.

As we looked around for the prince, I tried to dig deeper into who this guy was, but he was too tight-lipped about everything to do with himself apart from his name. I slowly got frustrated and ended up outright asking him, "Can't I know anything more about you past your name?" He thought about it for a minute before smiling and saying, "But wouldn't that ruin the mystery?" His answer only frustrated me further, "Uh, you're just frustrating. Not everyone likes the mysterious type, you know..."

And hence challenges increases. The first human killed was because of the love for a god called Adrian. So that's why he's called so. And the human same as your daughter. It was your mom who told me. that's what my mum wanted for our kids. And do you think your wife is called Sarah coincidentally. No. My mum saw that. And that's why she named me same. The same as the name Jaylene and Rolene. That's why your dad's name was not given to you.

I had always known deep down that no matter what I did, I would never be the child he wanted. "It’s not fair," I murmured, my voice barely audible now. "I didn’t choose to be born... but I’ve been paying for it ever since." Anastasia reached out, squeezing my hand. "You’re enough as you are, Cora. Don’t ever doubt that." But I wasn’t sure if I could believe that anymore. Not when the person who mattered most had never made me feel like I was. Other children born under the Alpha, Beta, and Delta ranks live in affluence and privilege. In our pack, it's almost the same, except for me. I’m the Beta’s daughter, yet I’m always the unwanted one—always doubted, never trusted with anything.