Names With Dark Meanings Novels & Stories

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

he said softly, “they should carry meaning, names that remind us of what we survived and what lies ahead.” For a boy, he smiled thoughtfully. Ethan — “It means strong and enduring. After everything we’ve been through, strength is what carried us here.” Caleb — “Faithful and whole-hearted. A reminder that loyalty still exists, even after betrayal.” Everett — “It means brave as a wild boar, strong and courageous.” Isaac — “Laughter. Because joy returned to us when we thought it was gone forever.” Benjamin — “Son of the right hand. Favor, protection, and blessing.”

“So, do you see me unworthy of you?” “No. I see no such thing. We all have our crosses to bear.” “Hmm.” He says in return. “Yes, my people hail from the dark forest. My name, as I assume you are aware, is after the God of Darkness.” “Yes.” I answer quietly. I do not wish to judge him based on his line, being an elitist has never been my aim. “My line was blessed by darkness. Blessed to walk in shadow, and see what is truth. Blessed to have the power to send dark magic back to where it came.”

Alistair and I exchange looks because we’ve been avoiding this, avoiding the intimacy that comes with naming something, the attachment. “What do you think we should call it?” I ask, deflecting. The children consider this with that synchronized head-tilt they do. “Nyx,” Dante says. “It means night. Because it came from darkness but is trying to become light.” “Or trying to pull us all into darkness,” Donald mutters from where he’s monitoring the baby with yet another diagnostic spell. But the name fits somehow, this creature that’s both shadow and substance, ending and beginning. “Nyx,” I repeat, testing it. The baby coos in response and reaches for me with tiny hands. “Alright. Nyx it is.”

XAHEN. Of course they fucking noticed. I turned away from them, walked to the window overlooking the dark forest. My forest. Once upon a time, I was grossly unaware of the name they’d given this Kingdom. Obsidian. I liked it. It had a nice ring to it. But I never named my territory that. I stared down at my black shadows dancing around the edges of the forrest, understanding why it got that name. People associated me with darkness. I loved it.

Do you know why your name is Amon? - It was the name my mother chose. - No. Dimon Shadow, your father, chose that name especially for you. Your name means “the hidden one”. Amon is also the name of the Marquis of Hell, the one who commands forty legions of lesser demons. Like him, you will command legions of werewolves less than you. That will restore justice and the good name of your family. Choosing your name was the greatest proof of the love your father had given you. It means that he hid you from the eyes of the world so that, even if he died, you would follow in his footsteps, as he followed in his father's footsteps.

Ruby looked down at the ground and contemplated this for a few seconds. "What about Aleister? Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon. Dyrus means great or relentless and Aleister means fighter. Aspartheon is a derivative of Aspartheus, the dragon of war, glory, conquest, and wealth since that's what you are aiming for I assume. I provided you a name and a surname, which is your core ideal or what you seek to achieve." "Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon... Hmmm. It rolls off the tongue excellently. Rejoice, witch, you shall keep your head on your shoulder. I accept my new name." The newly baptized Aleister said grinning at her widely.

he asked. I said without any hesitation, “It is not very easy to explain it in a few words, but in a broader sense we may say, this force which they call the Dark Force represents all that is in contrast to the benevolent force, we call God. This force has been called by many names: Chi, Ojas, Vril, Astral light, Odic forces and Orgone.” ”Is it an evil force?” The king asked.

After that, the influence of the name would take place and guide them in a certain direction. “They are the same but they are the opposite, they complete each other. I am at a loss of what to put for their names mother,” Amalthea complained “Why, dear? Can you explain some more to your mother? Allow me to help you,” Amalthea took a deep breath to calm her energy. “Whatever I named them, one of them would end up carrying what the rest of the world perceived as dark or dangerous,” Full circles in life are just that, white and black… life and death… spring and fall.