Dark Female Names Novels & Stories

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

I said as I fake a smile. "Good to hear you love it,'' the blonde maid muttered and I smiled. "The next thing on our schedule is shopping,'' the blonde maid muttered. She seemed happy. I thought she likes me, and am going to try to be friendly with her so I could get some little information about Damon from her. "Wow!Shopping? That was a huge surprise,” I exclaimed. "Yes it is,'' she said, smiling widely. "What is your name, blonde ?'' I asked. "Am I missing Nikita ?'' she said and I chuckled.

I've already tried to find this place that holds so many secrets, and just another one of my horror dreams. "And dad, if you're hiding something from me, I'll find out with your help or not! There is something in this city that scares the remaining people and I will know whether or not my name is Delmom Salvatore.

A tall, slender woman stepped out of the carriage—striking grey eyes, long black hair cascading down her back. I didn’t need a seer to tell me who she was. Loretta Darkhaven.

And then Zarek walked in, naked. “Fenrik, I see you've seen our new maid,” Zarek said. “Her name is Maera,” Lord Korran said, as he walked into the room. “Well, I prefer to call her Astari,” Zarek replied. I said nothing but bowed my head at all three of them. Their scents lingered in my throat. For a second I felt lightheaded, just wanting to pass out in one of those massive arms. But I held my ground. It was my first day, and something in me told me the Queen Mother and Krishna were not to be joked with.

Kirei’s brow creased as she tried to absorb this information. “No, not really, it was just when I looked up their names they were women who were quite known. There was the Dark Witch who came from the Westershire coven, The Enchantress of the elven forest, there was also the Holy Maiden, and The Sorceress of the twin tower of Gulas to name a few.” Those were the names that she could not forget as they were all well-known magic users even in the east. “But those names were quite renowned, my lady,” Kirei was now breathing harder than normal.

"Fairies you mean white witches, right?" "Just listen," she urged and continued. "Twin sisters born of the light. No one knew what made them special, sources of power unknown. Their names were Tilda and Amanda. And as they grew together one was more powerful and hard a white light, while the other had yellow. It soon became obvious that the one with white pure light Tilda was born for more, and this brought contempt among the sisters. When they grew to full women, Tilda having a family of her own. Amanda out of jealousy sort for more power to counter that of her sister's, as a result of her long search unleashed an ancient darkness, locked away. It consumed her turning her light to Stygian d

She opened it slowly, flipping through until she found the page she’d marked. “Look at the names,” she said, turning the book so I could see clearly. “Every witch that was either exiled or executed had a middle name starting with ‘Gaz’—Gazana, Gazriel, Gazintha. The pattern repeats itself. And guess what Gazelle’s full name is?” “Don’t tell me…” I muttered, already connecting the dots in my mind. “Gazelle,” she said. “Full name: Gazelle Amora Black.”

“We were mates once. Forgive me. Lock me away, I promise, I won't do this again.” Dark Sister tilts her head, her pointed ears twitch in annoyance. “Pathetic!” she hisses in disgust. "I, Ester of the Dark Realms, better known as the Dark Sister of the blessed Wolfen trio, reject you, Vincent, as my created Mate. You are beneath me; let the creators' dust claim you back." Her words carried an undeniable resolve.

Her meekly and seductive voice chips in,distrupting my ongoing inner conversation with Ryder. "Can I?" Again she request, slightly brush passing her fingers against mine, sending unexpected sparks through us both. Despite her being a non she wolf,the heightened love and mate bond remains. Forcing a desperate smile up my lips,I reluctantly blurt a response "I go by the name Damien, Damien Dark, prince Damien Dark" I respond, skipping the part of me being an alpha werewolf. "Well I go by the name Kara,Kara Dugan, princess Kara Dugan, princess of...." She hesitates.