Badass Character Names Novels & Stories

She smiled instead and didn't say anything which made me quite confused. Suddenly, a man stood on the training ground and released his aura, which affected almost all. He was the first to come out for a challenge. "My name is Maximus. I'm a blood wolf and as you can see, I'm stronger and have more combat experience than new blood wolves. I'm already a very good and powerful warrior, which I'm sure many of you here are aware of." He introduced himself proudly as all eyes were on him.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

He added, waiting for my reaction. Large and very rich pack. Their Alpha - Luca Sheridan - was young, probably my age. He challenged his own father, who stepped down too afraid of being killed. A wuss and a jerk. What a great lineage... Despite that, I still could not piece out why they thought I would react badly to that.

The three of us muttered his name in unison. "Better call me. Alpha of the alphas. Destroyer of the world. My name is Alpha Victor!" Even the quality of Big Boss' werewolf voice made my jeans soaked with my own urine, especially when he slid closer to my spot, allowing me to feel how indestructible he is.

-I need to know why you are saying that I killed Andy," the guy answered. I frowned at what he had said. Colton never said that, never mentioned it. Darren did. -How can you prove I said that? -Colton didn't seem to be afraid of the guys. The last guy was leaning against the kitchen wall with a cigarette in his hand. The guy was tall, white, and half-bellied. -I heard over there," he replied. -First find out before you come to this house to frame me. Anyway, what difference does it make if I talked or not. You know I'm not afraid of you, Cobra, and you'd better not make me angry," he spat. Apparently Colton was very brave, and that made me even more impressed with him. A brave man, who will

The way he leaned back, his fingers lazily twirling a pencil between them, eyes half-lidded in that way that said I don’t care but posture saying I’m calculating everything. That dangerous balance of mischief and intelligence. I’d seen it before, imovies. In villains you couldn’t help but root for. The ones you couldn't help but take their side. The ones you found yourself falling for, against everything. I shook my head. This wasn’t a movie. This was real. And I wasn’t some girl who melted the moment a new boy smiled her way. I was Aurora Hart. The Ice Queen. The loner. The outcast by choice. I wouldn't tolerate any bs.

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

"Name's Aria Miller ; Relationship status : Single, Parents : Alina Miller (Single mother) ; born in United states, character description: Bad girl, beautiful, loves black, talk back to people no matter what their age is." "I'd fight right in." I stated earning a nod as they chuckled. "Mine now, listen." Zayn started, "Name's Luka Byster, Relationship status : Single; Parents : Luke Byster and Lilian Byster; Born in New York, character description : Bad boy, does not care about people. Likes his circle small." "Easy." He smirked

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].