Names Meaning Mystical Novels & Stories

Mom announced but I paid less attention as I drank my wine. "Her name is Mackenzie." She said and I choked on my wine. "What? What did you say her name is?" I said after my cough stopped. "Well she's from the magical world and right there, they all have a name with the "M" initials so just like their Queen's and King's name starts with "M", same goes for the girl." Mom expounded and I sighed. "Mom, I asked you to repeat that name again. I didn't ask for their whole life history."

The evil smile on her face made my start to shake even harder. “You know, I was just thinking the other day that it’s been a long time since you last wet yourself, Cutter,” Misty said, once again using her favorite nickname for me. My real name was Ayla, which someone once told me meant moonlight, but few people ever called me that. They all had various nicknames for me instead.

DEREK “Dad, a pack from the south contacted me yesterday,” I said as we sat in the pack office. My father, the Alpha, raised an eyebrow. “And what pack would that be?” he asked, leaning forward with curiosity. “Their name is Lunaris Mystique,” I replied, feeling a small thrill at even saying the name. His eyes flickered with recognition. “Lunaris Mystique?” He sat back in his chair. “I know of them. They’re a smaller pack, deeply secluded, but they’re not ordinary. They have a history of taking in magical wolves, those gifted with abilities, and grooming them to master their powers.

“They are one of the oldest, most powerful and feared packs in the country.” “Their name?” I thought I must have misheard Camilla when she first said the name, but when I asked her to repeat it, my stomach churned and I was so close to throwing up, I felt sick enough to pass out. “Mystic Moon.”

The surrounding air whistled, transforming one after another into winds converging on the edge of this sword formation. The connection between the brothers became even tighter. "Mystic Formation!" Dragon Prince trembled. He knew that this was a type of sword formation from Mystic Elixir. Mystic Elixir specialized in alchemy, and its fundamental teaching was the Mystic Secret Arts. Within the Mystic Secret Arts, there was the powerful Mystic Formation. It was said to be a formation left behind by Mystic Elixir's founder, the Mystic Lord. Inspired by the Mystic Lord's renowned divine weapon, the Mystic Sword, the Mystic Formation naturally incorporated the sword's divine might.

She smiled. “We finally met as ourselves,” she looked at the mist and then at me. Sensing my confusion, she said. “This mist makes it easier for souls to exit and enter a body. It is an ancient magic. In the spiritual world, this is known as the Ocean’s mist because it is indeed as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself. This mist is a portal, a bridge to many worlds and dimensions and realities. It becomes what you make of it. It responds to your deepest desires. Your father was a very intelligent man to have figured it out.” I smiled faintly with a hard gulp, licking my chapped lips.

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.

It was a task fraught with uncertainty, as I had no way of knowing who could truly tap into the mystical realm and who was merely skilled in the art of deception. After days of research, I finally came across the name of a renowned Seer—a woman known for her accuracy and wisdom. Her name was Seraphina, and her reputation preceded her. The testimonials from her clients spoke of life-changing experiences, of profound insights and transformative healing. Intrigued yet skeptical, I decided to take a leap of faith and scheduled an appointment with her.

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.

I wasn't sure if he was right, but I knew that no matter what it was, I would love and protect my child. "What should we name him?" Mason asked in an attempt to calm me. "Xavier." I responded as images of my father's face flashed across my mind. "Xavier," Mason repeated, rubbing his chin. "I like it." "I do too." Dax boomed, entering the room. "It is a name worthy of a prince." "Prince?" What did he mean by "prince"? "There is a prophecy that has been passed around the dark lands." Dax began. "About the descendants of the moon wolf."