Gothic Nicknames Generator Novels & Stories

This is really rude. "Damn you!" Thiery cursed and began to insult him, "How dare you to brag and use the name Miss Camilla Watson for this. Can't you reflect that someone like you deserves a card from Miss Watson? Do you think your boasting does nothing? Do you realize the fatal consequences that come with boasting?" Nicko asked curiously, "Hmm, how can this be fatal? Does that crap contain the deadly poison cyanide or arsenic that makes you die slowly?"

“What’s your name?” He turns to me, pursing his lips. “You don’t need to know that.” “Well, I can’t keep calling you ‘the messenger’ and ‘that spooky guy.’ So?” He smirks a little, I think despite himself. “Keep calling me that?” I blink innocently at him, gesturing to Anton. “I had to explain to the wolf.” He laughs, turning away. “My name is Nicodemus.” I stare at him for a second before a smile spreads across my face. “That’s a mouthful. Can I call you Nicky?”

"Only our places are reversed and you're having difficulty controlling yourself. So. Cesar is out. Brutus is out. Hmm. Flavia is too flamboyant. Demosthenes is a dog name... Sinna?" Nyxen's face blanked momentarily, and then he burst out laughing. "So it was highly tasteful," Declan murmured. "Subtle power. A name to reckon with. Elekectra is too cliche, as is Hera, Venus, Hestia. I'll guess her name, you know I will. Tell me and I'll stop naming names." Nyxen slowly stopped laughing, though continued grinning. He looked at Declan with a relaxed smile. "You're right. This is ridiculous." Then he walked over and backhand slapped him, hard.

But now that it was understood, I had to confront the nightmare that would be my reality. “Don’t call me that.” “You’re right,” he said. “It’s not original—I shall think of something better. Perhaps Andronika Onehand. Or Andronika Axethief. Or Andronika ScorchedPalm. Moonlit shadow pack emerged in the distance, but everything was fuzzy, the buildings blending into one another in a hideous smear. “I don’t like you.” “Good. You shouldn’t.” His grip tightened around my waist as he urged the horse into a gallop.

I returned it, noting his lips cracked and dry, grey veins still threading beneath his skin. We finished. I stood. Damien braced against the table until it groaned, and we crossed to the owner's office. "Ready, then," he said, no question in it. "Names for the register." Names, in a town where wolves hid among humans. "Of course," I said, taking his pen. The nib scratched thin as I wrote Mrs. Lily and Mr. Nox. Lily, something that grows in mud. Nox, the night that hides. "Mrs. Lily and Mr. Nox," he echoed, repeating the names slowly.

Nikky giggled slowly, "I sure am. I get that a lot, tell me, am I really that cute?" Alec laughed, this boy, was it odd that he behaved exactly like Natasha? He stroked his hair. "You are cute, what's your name?" He asked. "Nicholas Sir." Nikky smiled. Alec smiled, this boy had managed to lift his sour mood, was it magic? either still, he liked him already. "What a nice name." Alec sighed, before standing up. Niccy was quiet, her eyes glancing at the elegant looking man, there was something about this man that she found amusing, what was it exactly?

Felicity responded, "Did you see that? It's extremely dissatisfied with the names you're giving it!" Vermont chuckled. "Do you have any better ideas, then?" "We've got to give it a more imposing name that is aristocratic, yet down to earth," Felicity said. "Nikola Blockhead? Or, James the Ruler? Which one do you think is better?" Vermont asked. Felicity was speechless. "Have you ever been to school? You're so uncultured. Not a single animal would like those names."

“So maybe crime life isn’t for me, but I have great ideas, and you’re good with the logical stuff.” “I am also your getaway driver.” “The bandits of revenge!” “That’s the best you can come up with?” “What will our code names be?” I ignored his jab. He shrugged, “Stretch and short stack? s&s has a nice ring to it.” “How about shithead and sexy mistress of mischief.” “How about no.” “Fun killer.” “That’s better.” My phone started to ring and I fished it out. A glance told me that it was Myra calling and I silenced it, letting the call drop to voicemail like it usually did.

“That leaves only me and you, Alee.” Alee? Dumb nickname. And why was his face so close to hers. This felt so weird and wrong. “Wait how did you know her name was Genesis? I told you Gen, didn’t I?” Alice told him. “Most Gen’s are Genesis’.” Yoké defended himself. “There’s Genevieve, there is Genifer-” Alice was saying to him. “Jennifer is with a ‘J’, Alice.” I told her. “Anyway.” Yoké said turning Alice away, with just his arm around her neck. “We’ll be late for class. Bye, Genny.”

Brittany said. “What are their nicknames?” Alex asked. Beatrice pointed at the girl drinking milk in her arms and said, “This is Three Rockefeller!” Hence, Three Rockefeller would be a girl in the future. Beatrice respectively pointed at the other three children. “This is One Rockefeller. This is Two Rockefeller. This is Four Rockefeller...” ‘This... Who gave them the nicknames? ‘Aren’t they a little too superficial? ‘Those are no better than the “Bubbles” I named my eldest daughter with!’