Eerie Names Novels & Stories

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.

Loira. Therin. Renna. Maeven. Silen. Nyra. Garrin. The others who never reached the end. Ten. Only ten this time. The Game took more in other lives. More in other cycles. Sometimes, whole crowds. Sometimes, only Kael and I, standing alone in the aftermath, surrounded by ghosts. The other names will come to me, I will remember them in time, and when I do, I will add them, but for now, this is a start.

She reminded him. "Yeah! But that’s not a vampire name. That will be his middle name. Any suggestion about his first name?" "Eleazer Kendrick Wayne?" Liara asked. "Eleazer means ‘God has helped’ or ‘God is my help’," she explained. She really hoped that God would help him. "Perfect," Theodore said and looked at Eleazer. "Do you like your name?" He asked but didn’t get any response in return. *

Friends who don't know their friends name" she added and pouted her cute little pink lips. "What is your name" Terrick ask to please her which is strange. Epie smile and said " am call Epie but my mom calls me E. Don't call me E only mom calls me that" she warn. Terrick chuckled and was amused by the young girls boldness to warn him. If it were someone else he would have dine something one wouldn't want to think of, but this little girl human girl call Epie is different. He sees her as a cute yet bold little kid which he is going to protect from now on no matter what. How strange that The Supreme Alpha Terrick Clarkson who hates human finds this little human girl cute and bold.

“That is understandable. Demons like him don't exactly do a formal introduction before intruding but i was able to find out a few things about him. His name is Kesian.” What? It was like I didn't hear her right. I had to stop what I was doing so that I could focus on what she was saying. “Ice, what did you say his name was?” “Kesian. His name is Kesian.” What a weird name. Very weird. “What kind of name is that?” It's either his parents didn't love him, or that was some sick joke.

"Eric? Ethan?" "Hmm," "Elliot?" "It's quite possibly a Spanish name," Aeliana rubbed her chin, as she went over the names on her mind that started with an 'E'. "Then something like... Emilio? Emiliano?" "Umm..." "Eduardo? Enrique?" "I don't know!" Aeliana said as she shrugged. "It could be any of those," "What about the zero-zero part?" "Definitely not his birth year," Aeliana rubbed her chin as she wondered what the numbers might mean. "Maybe it's just a random number," she decided to shrug it off.

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the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

Spiro explained. That was not comforting. Nothing about Darius had been comforting since I first heard his name. “And neutral paths?” Ronan asked. Spiro glanced at him. “We will pass through parts that do not fully answer to any of the three crowns. Some have names. Some change names depending on who controls them for a season. Soothpyre. Ashville. Old Merroway. The cracked markets near the salt flats. We avoid most settlements if we can,” Spiro replied.

The night was silent when the pyres were built. Not a single wolf howled, not a single child cried. It was as if the entire pack held its breath, waiting, mourning in the same heavy silence that pressed against my chest. I stood at the heart of the grounds, Kael’s hand warm and steady in mine, and looked upon the wooden structures raised before us. Each pyre bore a name etched into stone and carved into memory—Riven, Lyra, Elder Darius, Thorne. And beside them, a smaller mound, where flowers