Cool Dark Names の小説・ストーリー

“The world is your oyster, Cloe. Nothing would surprise me.” “We could give ourselves a cool funky name. Clo-Ren, it’s a bit like a hat trick, no? Three in a row. That could be us.” She laughed. “You’d have to join then, though.” “Unlikely.” I smiled down at her. “Anyway, Soren would want something abstract. Indigo Trout or some crap like that. You know what he’s like. Any excuse for a hip rebrand.” “I like Clo-Ren.” “So do I,” I said, and tipped her face up to mine.

His hand came up to my face again and caressed my cheek as he searched my face, which I'm certain was red. "My name is Colton, and my wolf's name is Nexus." He said, and I swear I heard my cat let out a content sigh with a dreamy face, as he stared love-struck at our mate. I don't blame him, Colton and Nexus are such handsome names! I felt a smile spread across my face as I repeated their names, "Colton and Nexus." I said quietly, trying their names out, and loving the way it sounds.

One of the core members of the family voiced his suggestion. "Hmm, I see, and you think these people are a match for the great Vipers?" Mr. Red questioned sarcastically, thereby gaining a grin from the cloaked lady. "You wouldn't pray to be their enemies, Mr. Red! They are very deadly; don't underestimate them." "Oh, I see, so tell me about this wonderful gang!" He taunted more. "The gang name is known as Dark Nights," and in fact it has another subordinate gang called "Dark Heart, which is ruled by a man known as Ezekiel Wells."

Amara’s POV The shift was painful. I could not believe it. Looking at myself from the back of my mind, I realized we are huge, three tails, red and white in color. Everyone is looking at us in awe. Thinking to myself, I don’t even know her name. “Skadii,” a voice says to me. Taken aback at the response, “excuse me?” I say. My name... It’s Skadii. I am your Lycan and you are my human. Together, we will do great things, the voice replies. Not sure what to say, I just keep quiet. Looking at everyone in front of me through eyes that aren’t mine but are, I can see their... their fear and astonishment. Skadii takes one look at Blake. “Mate,” she rumbles, then snaps her jaws at Thalia. Thalia takes

says Keito, "A very mild name, I suppose." "That's got to be the coolest name out of everyone," I say, "largely because I can understand what it says." "I don't know, I'd say that Machiv's has a run for money. Demon Harpstrings, why didn't I get that?" asks Hila. "Yeah, mine's pretty boring," says Hala, "I don't know what it means anyways." "Well, we're going to have majestic theory later this week. We can head on over to that," I say.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you're truly just six years old.” Lydia shrugged. “I get that a lot.” The man thought for a moment, then said quietly, “Call me… Dark.” “Dark,” she repeated, tasting the name. She squeezed her nose and turned to him, her brows furrowed. “Are you evil?” Dark quickly said no laughing. “That's like a nickname my friends call me.” “Ohhh,” Lydia mouthed. Then she stuck out her hand, small and sticky. “I’m Lydia.” He took her hand, his rough palm swallowing her tiny one, and something in his chest cracked.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here? The only thing he had ever truly heard about this specific club was that it was one where drug lords, gangsters, and some of the most powerful people in the city enjoyed congregating. It wasn't a place someone like himself should even be stepping foot in. "Ready to go in?" David asked stepping from behind Asher and giving a long whistle. Nodding Asher and David made their way to the waiting bouncer and presented their ID'S. Satisfied that they were the real deal the bouncer stepped aside and motioned for the two men to enter.

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.