Spirited Names Novels & Stories

The Empress blurted out her thoughts all at once, afraid that she wont get the chance to do it again since the diva ahead of her was a mind-reader too. “Amm.. well, I am everything. I am a spirit. And yes, I don’t have any name. Nobody named me ever. But since you brought it up, so, I will use the name of This heavenly book. You can call me “7 Days and 7 Lives””. “Fine, what do you want me to do?” Empress didn’t want to drag it any further knowing fully well that the spirit diva won’t let it slide without getting what she wanted.

Tyr cried in frustration, turning to Ari and me. “Her foretelling’s are infuriating.” Ela frowned, and I nodded in agreement, getting a look of confusion from Tyr. “He likes you.” Karm stated as he circled Tyr, assessing him, “he is strong and built like a warrior. He would be a good match for you.” “Thanks for your input.” I muttered at him. Ari threw a rock at me, “Quit talking to the ghosts and listen to our conversation.” “They prefer the name spirits, and I can’t help it.” I frowned at her. “Anyway, I’m not sure what Huricana meant, her mind flows like a gust of wind and when she picks up its warnings, they come out muddled.”

the spirit began. Its attitude was completely different now compared to before. Raider sat down cross legged in front of the spirit, about three meters away from the bone formation. "I was born on a far far away world a few hundred thousand years ago..." began the spirit. "I have long since forgotten my given name, and have gone by quite a few in my lifetime... you can call me Master Bones."

the spirit says. Amalie blinks and stares at the sandwich in her hand. “What…I…shit…did I pass out or something?” “In a way,” I reply. I caress her face with my eyes. She’s magnificent. Goddess help me, I want to kiss her so badly. “Your spirit manifested.” “What?” “Her name is Edira.” “I don’t understand. Why can’t I feel it when it happens?”

“Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!” Serenya blinked, confused. “Miss… who?” “You know!” he grinned and pointed. “Your horse! Miss Wiggles!” Solana stirred inside her, amused warmth brushing Serenya’s mind. “Oh no,” Cheyenne said with a laugh from her seat. “Tell me he did not just name your ancient spirit guardian Miss Wiggles.” “She finds it endearing,” Serenya replied, face red from trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to tell her that name is canon now. No takesies backsies.”

“You will need to memorize this call: Spirits of East, Upon winged beasts, Of air and life in breath, Hear my call! Spirits of South, Flames of hearts and mouths, Ablaze in hearths, Hear my call! Spirits of West, Water of life be blessed, Tides and currents of the seas, Hear my call! Spirits of the North, Rich soil, rock, and trees spring forth, The eternal source, Hear my Call! Spirits of the Corners,

I asked. "You belong to the Spirit clan and your name is Amaya" I scoffed. "My name is not Amaya. I do not know you and I do not want to have anything to do with you" "Your mom changed your name to Xavia after she left the Spirit clan with you. You are the daughter of our Spirit King, which makes you the Spirit Princess. You possess the power to control the weather and..." I laughed. "You are joking right?". She shook her head and I stopped smiling. "You are not?"

"But you remembered your name. That is enough. Names have power, child. They are anchors that tether us to who we truly are." Around us, the ash begins to shift and swirl. Forming half-glimpsed shapes. The spirits of the Ash-born, drawn by the sound of my true name spoken in their sacred space. Caelan stiffens beside me, his grip on my hand tightening until I can feel the bones beneath his skin. His magic flares, defensive and protective, but the spirits don't seem to notice him. They're focused entirely on me. "Why me?" I ask, though part of me already knows. "Why now?"

’ I gasped, my hand covering my mouth and sitting back in my seat. ‘Aurelian? That is Tobias’ wolf’s name? I didn’t think they had names. You all are just spirits that reside in us.’ I asked confusedly. ‘Spirits have names.’ He responds bluntly. I guess wolf spirits are of few words. My wolf has never spoken to me. I don’t think I know of anyone whose wolf spirit spoke to them. ‘I guess that’s true. Can Tobias come forward? Can he hear me?’ I continue asking so many questions now that my curiosity is piqued.

I nodded slowly. "I am sorry that you lost the house, but I cannot have you breaking into it whenever you feel like it." I tried to reason with him if that was even possible. As I looked at his face, I noticed a sorrowful look pass through his expression. "What is your name?" Jesse asked me. Should I give him a fake name? Not that it really made a difference. He has already broken into my new house. "Skye." I left out my last name. It did not matter anyway.