Dark Fantasy Names Novels & Stories

Orion Shadowstrike. Freya Frostwind. Alistair Ravenshade. Nova Starweaver. Thessa Emberheart. Darius Stormblade. Selene Moonstone. Finnian Shadowbrook. Evangeline Silverleaf. Alexo Darkwood. Aurora Defborne. I kept reading through the list and concluded: the names listed in this letter from the High Council Maximilian were the names of the native inhabitants of my village, Silverbrook Haven. "But why did they write down these names? What’s wrong about them?" I still couldn't find a clear answer to their intentions.

The only person who might hate me more for saying that is Tyranna, judging by the rolling of her eyes. Sitting with Derek and Tyranna in the back corner is also Jason Martin, Jerald Alexander, William Evans, and the emo twins, Caroline and Benjamin Diggle. All fairly innocuous names for a bunch of ‘Children of the Undead,’ so they all have to correct me and inform me of their ‘Dark Lord’ names. After Tyranna, however, I was done and I don’t even bother to remember the rest, opting instead to simply refer to them as the Evil League of Evil Applicants.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

“No. I will not yield to your power, I have waited years for this, you have controlled us for too long.” “Well if you won’t go to your brothers, I will just have to bring them to you.” Black glares at Aidan then glances in my direction before taking a step in my direction. Abruptly there is a loud bang and four monsters appear in front of Aidan. They stare at Black with confusion and anger. They all seem to coloured differently, one orange, one yellow, one red and one green. The green one takes a step towards Black and says with a hush voice

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

I’m not even sure that she was ever anything more than a fantasy story told to hatchlings to help them make sense of the confusing world we live in. “Did your parents name you for The Mother of Us All?” I ask casually, keeping my tone light. “I’ve never met another Oaestr.” “Nor have I,” the drakaina smiles, tilting her head. “It’s a unique name. But all of us have individual names. We don’t repeat names here,” she explains. “We are hatched in batches.” Batches? It reminds me a bit of what Ona explained to me about the underground facilities. Hatchlings born in those places weren’t given names, but designations. CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.”

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

Demitri shot casual bursts as if he were playing, while Phoenix manned the sniper nest. Falcon, voice rough over the line, went on: “Slow as f*ck. Honey because the mother is sweet. She is the honey Dark wants to taste. Dark is the bee and the mother is the honey. Goddamn.” “Corny as always,” Demitri said with a snort. “What was her name again?” Ace asked. “Cassandra. Cassandra Echidna Nyx Evangelista,” Phoenix replied. “A Greek name? Holy sh*t,” Grey said.

“In a dream? This looks so real?” She groaned dramatically. “Let’s just do the naming…” “Okay. Let’s hear your suggestions.” “Actually, I have a lot. I mean, I’ve been picking up words here and there, preparing for today,” she paused. “Usually, you’re supposed to do these things, but… you’re Maya… you get stressed by the tiniest of things.” “Tell me the names, else I’ll blurt out the first thing that comes to my head.” “Fine!” she hissed. “The options are: Isariel, Sylara, Nymeris, Eryndra, and Zeryntha. These names stuck with me. So, you just have to pick one.”

“If you think you’re getting anywhere near her, you’re more foolish than I thought.” The man’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “And here I thought you’d be smart enough to know who I am, Alpha Mateo. They don’t call me The Darkness for nothing.” His gaze lingered on me, watching as recognition dawned on my face. My blood ran cold. The Darkness. The name was whispered among packs, a nightmare used to scare children—though we all knew he was no fairy tale. He was an enigma, a force that existed in the shadows