Gothic Nicknames Generator Novels & Stories

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

I snapped as he stared at my bare legs from the door way. “I’m going anywhere your not going to be!”I snapped . He must be a gambler,because all emotions drained away til he stare at you with an unreadable glare. “Queen bee ,you wound me with that venomous tongue of yours. Please,Come in the kitchen and sign this paper please.” “ if you insist on calling me that horrid nick name. Then I will call you Lancelot.” I cheekily stated “Lancelot ? What kind of nick name is that?” Clayton asked “your horrible at making up nick names”

And I sure as shit don’t want to listen to it. “You can call me Whiskey” I said cautiously. “Whiskey?” he asked. His surprise is warranted. It’s a dumb nickname, but it’s better than the actual scientific name the hunters gave me. Viski Gol’f Dva (WG-02). Otherwise known as, Wolf-Girl Zero-Two. Pretty fucking dumb, and yet perfectly typical of the hunters to be so uncaring as to not even give their creation a name. “Whiskey” I confirmed with a nod of my head. He shrugged and stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.

He didn't seem fazed. "Ms..." "I swear, Nico. I'd run you over with my car and I'm not shitting with you...." I trailed off when I heard him speak Italian into his earpod. He nodded after a while, stepping aside. "My name is not Nico. It's Gavin" He corrected. I didn't give two shits about the name. Nico meant Nicodemus to me. That name always sounded funny to me and so I gave it to clowns. No offence to people with such name.

Just a few steps away, the students began to murmur and whisper among themselves. Nicki was about to walk away when she heard some students greeting him. “ Good evening Prince Killian.” She halted on her track and turned around, only to find him staring at her with a dominant smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. “ Let's go, Alpha Prince.” The guy beside him, named Collins said with a bow. " W.T.F… is he the Alpha Prince? You're doomed Nicki!’

"Thank you for these Bible phrases, Li-an." "I'm sorry, Mother, but I won't answer to that nickname anymore," Gillian replied seriously. Her eyes mirrored her revulsion to the hateful nickname. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Gillian," Genova apologized profusely. "Thank you, Mother." Gillian kissed her mother's cheek. "Hmm, I think I'd like to be called Genevieve!" Ginny announced suddenly. "My nickname is too childish!" "We'll call you 'Jenny' again," suggested her grandmother.

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

“It depends on who you ask. I’ve come across Zander, Mr. Stone, Sandman, and Gargoyle. Mostly The Sandman.” “That’s priceless,” Al said. I slapped the table. “Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about, The Boogieman and The Sandman?” “We have our little street names. I embrace mine, while Zander, The Sandman, tends to hate his nickname,” Al explained. “Zander can make most breeds fall asleep, except for Demons.” “And people call you The Boogieman why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

He was glad she approved. “By the way, what sort of name is Day? Ouuu, please tell me that you have a twin named Night?” Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous light and Daykan was intrigued to see this side of her. “Ha-ha, very funny. It’s an ancient name from a practically forgotten language. My full name is Daykan Greystone.” “Wow, pretty fancy. Nice to meet you Daykan.” “You too Naomi. Now if you would follow me, I’ll take you to Susan so you can fill out the membership form.”

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.