Gothic Nicknames Generator Novels & Stories

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?

You must call me by my Christian name. ‘I don’t know your Christian name.’ ‘It is Nero.’ ‘Nero?’ Kate was surprised. Then she laughed. ‘Of course. Nero. Black. What a wonderful name. It’s ... it’s so unusual.’ ‘And you are Kate, yes? Another short name. I like short names. They suggest strength, don’t they? Short and to the point.’ Then he sighed. ‘But, yes, Nero is unusual. And it suggests, as you say, blackness. It was a black day for my mother when I was born.’

Her voice wavered, but I couldn't tell if it was from horror, humor, or something else entirely. "Aren't there any...pretty names for it?" I asked softly. Drace chuckled, shot Ari an apologetic glance. "Kitty, cookie, tutu, Lady V, bits, Lady Jane. Non-Na." I shook my head. Those weren't any better and I could hear the bellowing laughter of my men if I dared utter one of those words. I sighed. "I guess pussy and cunt it is. Men have so many more options that sound better."

“You’re a shitty Chef Dracula.” “And please stop calling me Chef Dracula.” Ember let out a burst of mirthless laughter. “No… no... It’s good. That name is best for you. It’s a play of words, you know. Instead of Count Dracula, I shall call you Chef Dracula.” Ember laughed again and louder this time. “Get it? Because you are a chef so you are Chef Dracula or Quasimodo.” “What is wrong with you?”

In the end, we gave up, exhausted, and decided to get some sleep instead. Ashton pulled me into his arms. Eventually, his eyes closed. Suddenly, I sat bolt upright. ‘I’ve decided,’ I said. He cleared his throat. ‘Decided what?’ ‘If they’re both boys, the older one’s Owen, the younger one’s Miles. If they’re both girls, the elder’s Eliza, the younger’s Esme.’ ‘And if it’s one of each?’ he asked. ‘Then the boy’s Owen, the girl’s Eliza. Nicknames Maple and Captain Crunch.’

Lucifer “I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,”

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

still choose us. Irene and Alexei did, and now look at them how happy they are? Don't I also deserve something like this with Aurora? Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock on my nightstand ticks for exactly ten seconds before her voice cuts through the silence. “Lucas Lucey Loco.” I cringe at the ridiculous nickname, my punishment for calling her Annie one time too many. The sound of it makes my jaw tighten, but it also makes the corner of my mouth twitch. Only Anastasia would come up with something like that and wear it like a crown.

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

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.