Spirited Names Novels & Stories

“Thou makest darkness, and it is night . . . ” Mr. Vespers (as he’d so inappropriately been dubbed) dragged the girl off the roadway by the wrist of her dislocated arm and moved toward an eroding drainage ditch nearby. She came to long enough to start struggling again, her shrieks of pain muffled from the gag as she tried to get free. He kicked her once in the skull and suddenly she didn’t look young or pretty anymore. “ . . . hear me, O nameless King. Let my prayer arise in Thy sight as incense. And let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice . . . ”

she continued, as she stood up and began walking elsewhere while Alex followed, “were spirits that were born from the great deity of the sky; the Sky Woman, as my grandmother called her. The first spirit was born normally, but the second killed the Sky Woman when he burst out of her side.” “That sounds gruesome,” Alex muttered to himself. Rowan ignored his comment. “The Twins’ true names have long since been lost to all but our people. The first born was a divine being of light, known as Sel. In particular, my people revered him as the personification of the moon; shining its light down on us when the sun could not protect the Earth from the darkness. He was the one who aided the power of Mo

"Brother, you forgot that it is a spirit and not a demon. How about Ghost Wolf?" "It may be a spirit, brother, but it is not dead. How about The Undead Wolf?" "Hey hey hey! You two stop it right now." I said and gave Ren a look. "And Ren, I am not naming my wolf spirit undead like the zombie from the W*lk*ng Dead." Ren and Dan were about to make a comment about it when I quickly said, "And no. I am not naming my wolf The W*lk*ng Dead either, so if you guys got no cute or nice name to say then I suggest you guys zip it." Nate started to snicker at the twins but stopped when they glared at him.

"Your majesty. It's time to visit the castle." After some hours of silence, it finally spoke. Maybe because I'd threatened before about loosing it's life. But wasn't the spirit already dead? "I know. Thank you." I remembered how it mentioned earlier about not remembering it's name. A name was needed because after all, what would we be without our names? "How about I call you... Fortem. It means brave in Latin." I didn't even know how I knew that word, it just popped up to my head.

“Spirit Scan” NAME: Mane AGE: 11 HEALTH POINTS: 3200/4000 RACE: Supreme BLOODLINE: Mixed (Olympian, Norse GodKing, ???) BLOODLINE RANK: Improbable LEVEL: Earth Stage 1 (Level 51.25) POWER LEVEL: 490,250 WIELDER TYPE: Multi Wielder (Body Wielder; Energy Wielder; Spiritualist) SPECIALTY: Strength; Intelligence; Speed GLOWS: Takeover; Aftershock; Endless Wave; Basileus; Son of Lightning; Absolute Darkness; Brimstone

He approached one carefully. “Hello,” he said gently. “My name is Cherry.” He had changed his name to avoid suspicion. “Could I ask you something?” The spirit nodded. “I am Rael, from the east side of the Spirit World. Go on.” Charon bowed slightly. “Thank you. My question is about the gathering of the Spirit World King and Queen. When and where will it be held?” Rael looked surprised. “I thought everyone knew this.” He paused, glancing around carefully as if searching for danger. Then he frowned. “Are you new here?”

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

"Okay, fine. What do you suggest? Let me guess—John? William? Something that sounds like it belongs in a history book?" "Nothing wrong with traditional names," I defended myself. "They're strong. They have weight." "Weight? Our children will be half Texas cowboy, half free-spirited soul of the world. They need names that reflect that. Names with personality." "And 'Ocean' has personality?" "It does! Imagine: 'Hi, my name is Ocean, and I'm going to take over the world.'" "Or 'Hi, my name is Ocean, and I spend my whole life spelling my name for people.'"

Now it was overgrown, cracked with vines and flower-scripts that changed with every moonrise. She closed her eyes. And asked a question: “What remains unspoken?” The bloom didn’t respond. Not in words. Not in light. But in breath. A single breeze passed through the spiral. It smelled of ironwood, river ash, and the faintest trace of old memory. Mira. Saris. Kaima. Herself. All of them, lingering. Not as leaders. Not even as myth. But as echoes waiting to be heard again. The spirit valleys had no name in Pact maps.

Sir Owin Jasir – (Owen JA-seer) Sira Torila – (Tor-ILL-ah) Sira Andreya – (An-DRAY-ah) Sir Andric – (AN-drik) Sir Garath – (GAR-ath) Sir Devlyn – (DEV-lin) Sir Milos – (MEE-los) Sir Garett – (GAR-ett) The Na’Himara – (Nah-Him-AR-ah) (The Sorceresses) Founder: Keyalla – (Kay-AL-ah) Maajira (Mah-JEE-rah): Vedila – (Ve-DEE-lah) Keyla – (Kaylah) Breya – (Braya) Ciara – (SEE-arah) Luceya – (Loo-SAY-ah) Allayna – (All-AY-nah) Halina – (Hal-EE-nah) Munira – (Moo-NEE-rah)