Dark Fantasy Names Novels & Stories

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

A WEREWOLF? Kehlani looked around the pub absent mindedly. She thought of the silly name she would give her new fantasy fiction, Growl? That was too grotesque for a name. Maybe not grotesque but quite not the usual. Kehlani had a weird liking for gothic fantasies. She was the kind of girl who didn't really fancy the pink pattern of most girls. She most times always went the opposite direction instead.

asked Melanie. Bethels face blanched “Lord Seracian and Lady Phina!” It was not uncommon for children to have names resembling either or both of their parents' names. Seraphina couldn’t allow herself to believe this was anything more than a coincidence. She did not want to believe she was a long-lost princess or the wearer of the dragon's mark, she preferred to stay an anonymous orphan than to believe that her family was all brutally slaughtered. Finally, Seraphina broke the silence with her answer, “It cannot be, it its merely a coincidence, a strange one at that but, still just a coincidence”. The 3 women looked at her almost appalled, Melanie opened her mouth to say something but Bethel r

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

They didn't add that the pack and nest were evil in the news, though. Oh, and if you're wondering, I do go to school. My name is David walker. My last name was fake. Of course, it's after Allice. And in the supernatural world, they don't know my name. They call me Xavier, the Black death. And if they knew, I wouldn't have been in school. In their eyes, I'm just a typical teenager that doesn't have a single clue about supernatural creatures.

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

Jack said and walked outside to the porch. He looked back through the door at Charlotte where she sat at the table with her head in her hands. He had done what Blake couldn’t do. She knew most of the truth now and if he was right, she would go to Chicago. “Hey, Jack!” Charlotte called to him as he neared his car. “Yes?” Jack turned to face her. “What’s his real name?” Jack smiled. “He never really had one. Blake is the name he’s used the longest.” “What was he called as a child then?” Charlotte asked.

“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.

"And she worships goddess Kali, do you know she is also known as goddess of death... Isn't it amazing?" Yang smiled. "Good to know that you pay attention to her... I am relieved now... Durga deserves this attention!.. see you later!" He left the room with a smile. Damon smirked at himself. "Not Durga, Yang... Mira!" His phone rang and he saw Rafael's name on it. Damon answered it. "How is it going?" Rafael asked. "Just the way I want!" Damon smiled. "I am proud of you, Damon... You are doing a big thing to get the deal..."