Power Of His Name Novels & Stories

“Not after this.” “He’s powerful,” I say. “We’re powerful,” Beau counters. I don’t know how to make them see. Whatever their power is, it’s built off of that of their father. His position. His money. Without him, they might as well be Unnamed themselves.

He was fear himself, he commanded the atmosphere’s aura. Valerio Moretti. Now I understood. Why men bowed. Why women trembled. Why his name was never spoken above a whisper. Because he wasn’t just a man. He was power made flesh. I was his.

I genuinely couldn’t be nearly as powerful as she is making me out to be. I have to be dreaming. I pinched myself to make sure and well, the truth ended up slapping me so hard in my face that I was entirely unsure of how to undress it. “So tell me why exactly, he is so interested in this power that I don’t even know I have?” I said, raising my eyebrow. “He wants Aiden’s son to be the most powerful god there is so that no one can go up against him.

He thought of teaching a lesson to the disrespectful guy, as he spoke, "Why not try to poke these babies?" Gabriel sensed the trouble coming from far away and she tried to cover it but the guy took his chance saying, "Do you even know who you are challenging?" Noah only smiled replying, "Let's know then, enlighten us, please." The guy only smirked at him and puffed his tight chest as he said, "Lucious's name. I am the royal forth pillar of light." Noah raised a brow, "Pillar of light?" Now everyone in the stadium was quite shocked, but Himeko asked, "You don't know about the pillars of light? From which world do you really belong?"

His aura glowed faintly with celestial energy. He held a fragment of Kai's old sigil in his hand, "It needs a name," he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon where sea met sky in perfect line. "Every great work needs naming. Words have power, and what we call this place will shape what it becomes."

Leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting all along, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on me. My books pressed tighter to my chest. “You— ” What the hell was going on today? First Brielle and her obnoxious character then Kael and now him… “Well, hello Lila.” His voice cut clean, low and dangerous. The words slammed into me harder than Kael’s ever had. My throat closed, but my body wouldn’t move. “I… what… ” My voice cracked. “You’re.. ” “Don’t say my name.” His eyes narrowed, and for a second I swore they burned. “Names have power. Yours most of all… ironically.”

"Me??" I shrugged. How possible could that be. I knew who he was the moment I stepped my foot inside her office. Lawst had me give him so much power, infusing it in his sword. It was his wish after all and I couldn't say no to his wish. His sword wielded so much power that it could kill whoever it touched. "So what's your name??" His face became blank as he looked at me, scanning me from head to toe.

I looked at him as he looked at me, “He is the oldest child of the Craven '', he continued. That's why the name is familiar to me. I have read his name inside the book of history together with Aziel and Zipporah. Catalyst, so he is really the one who made that. How powerful could he be, the ability to control blood. Selecting an amount of blood inside the human body and making it explode is a destructive power. I heard it before and seeing it right now is a proof that Cravens is in another level.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

“It seems incredibly dangerous. Apparently without the correct wards it leaves a body open to spiritual possession.” “Which is why you won’t be summoning this thing. Crixen Runeburner will.” “What?” “You obviously didn’t listen to a thing I said last week. It’s all about being in the proper mindset. If bullshit rituals and incoherent mumbo-jumbo puts you there, great, but it’s about you, not them.” “How can Crix—?” “Names have power. Power to shape and mold. We can’t define this contact without it, but it goes in the opposite direction as well. They can use our names against us and probably will if given a chance. So we hand them a different name, a false persona to focus on.”