Names Meaning Mystical Novels & Stories

Was my name Latsyrc? “Wait a minute!” I spoke out loud as another thought struck me. Latsyrc spelled in reverse was Crystal! I smacked my head. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? The answer was always there in my wolf’s name. Hollow Hills was created by Goddess Latsyrc who made the hills out of crystal. She was the Goddess of three realms, born out of the flames of the Underworld–which represented the demon inside me, molded by the lights of heaven—the angelic wolves called me their Luna and given birth by a witch blessed by the Goddess herself to be the surrogate–my mom was a gifted witch who communicated with Selene.

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…”

The fortune teller wasn’t speaking nonsense, she gave us clues about Ayla’s true identity when we needed any thread to follow. I searched for every name related to her and me. Riona meant purity and Mirk meant partial or total darkness. The darkness that lives within you keeps calling for the light and purity that live inside of her and even though you’re a defender who is expected to be strong all the time, you need her light. She told me that my wolf needed hers! She knew we were mates before we found out! You’re a defender who is expected to be strong all the time, you need her light. My name meant defender! The fortune-teller pointed out to my need for her throughout the meaning of our n

“I must steal Ace away now that your heat is through. He still has one to two more weeks of treatment and then a long, perilous journey for ingredients he will need for his second request of his grandmother and I have work to do. But before I go, that blessing I gave you at birth will help you to stay in contact with any loved ones while you are away from one another, Kaiya.” I look up in confusion and hear both Dylan and Ace laugh. Dee looks even younger than I am, how could she have given me a blessing at my birth? “Mystics are unusual. We are not fae, nor vampire, nor phoenix, yet have traits of all three and abilities beyond others, however, even we have our limits. I need to drink blood

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

She says with a sigh and a far away look in her eyes. “Bastet, as in Goddess of feline” As I say this I realise who she is speaking of. “Mystique” She smiles at me catching on. “Yes the little Princess of the Kaala cheeta clan” My eyes go wide, princess. “Mystique is a Princess?” I was shocked and slightly hurt. My friend didn't care to tell me.

My wolf laughs and says, “No, little one. You won’t. My, your inner monologue is quite humorous!” I chuckle along with her and it feels good to ease the tension that was holding my body rigid. I sit up straight as I realize that I haven’t even asked her, her name. “My name is Alina, which means light. It’s quite fitting with the meaning of your name, Divina Malin. Together our names mean Divine Light Warrior. Fitting, for the role we will play in the coming years.” “What role?” I ask, very confused. “Nothing to worry about now. Just know that you are what the world has been waiting for. What I have been waiting for.”

I am curious to know more. “Yes, your first name is for the moon goddess, your middle name is Cate in reverence of Hecate and your last name, our family name is Artemisia. Artemisia is a large genus of 200-400 plant species that includes many medicinal and magical herbs.” My grandfather explains.

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.”

The answer was simple, and it was something Mane had seen when he read Dan’s ‘Status’ window – the Mystic Path. The Mystic Path was developed by a group of desperate humans who believed that it was possible that, just like Magical Beasts, humans had a potential towards strange abilities that were hidden within them. These mad men, who found nothing wrong in experimenting on young children, theorized that it was possible to break the cage that sealed the potential of human beings, and developed a drug after countless errors that had a 10 % chance of doing just that. They called this drug ‘Savior’, since it was meant to save the human race from the threat of extinction by Magical Beasts. Altho