Halloween Cat Names Novels & Stories

And again. “Luna,” Quinn says sternly. “Stay down.” “Luna, Bellatrix, and Neville…are your cats named after Harry Potter characters?” “Yeah. The fourth cat is Lily.” Quinn gives up and goes to the pantry to give the persistent cat a treat. “You like Harry Potter?” “I do. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, because I know you’re going to ask.”

After Shaun devoured three plates of food, Fudge approached him with the three kittens. “Have they got names?” Catherine asked as she picked up one of them. “Not yet.” He looked at the woman and then the cats before saying out of the blue, “But I’ve come to a decision now. They’re called Cath, Erine, and Jones.” She was speechless. “Why?” “It just popped into my mind. It’s easy and convenient,” he said. Then, he headed into the study.

Noticing she still had the kitten on her arms who was now shifting comfortably on the thick soft fabric of her red hoodie dress, she frowned slightly as she stared at its eyes which were staring back at her. "You resemble the blue moon for somehow," she said to the kitten, although she knew it couldn't understand her. "Your fur like the night sky. And your wide eyes, like the moon. So blue. So sad. And so..lonely. Hmm..How about I call you..Luna? Is that OK? Luna?" "Meow." She smiled brightly. "I'm glad you like it. It's the name of the Moon Goddess in Roman Mythology. I know you don't know anything about Mythology. But I think the Moon Goddess is just as pretty as you are."

I admit, hearing Kitty shriek, looking up to see Nikki picking her up and carrying her to the lounge near the fireplace. “Romulus and Remus,” Osric chuckles, shaking his head at our excited friends who talk to Benjamin and Ares. “I like that, but I’m pretty sure they’re girls,” I pick up both kittens to verify their genders. “Skoll and Hati, after the wolves of Ragnarök,” Jonathan suggests, peeling his eyes from Roan to look down at the sleepy kittens in my lap. I smile, looking over at our daughter to see she is smiling up at her dads who are giving her all the attention she wants.

“What are you going to name her?” “Please, tell me your not going with Izzy? Cause that's a horrible name,” Cato chimes in. A few weeks ago Ginger and I were going through the baby book and just saying random names to seeing If they sounded good and Cato just so happened to walk in when I said the name Izzy. “Shut up, we were only testing names Cato,” Ginger assured him. He sighs with relief. “So what name did you like?” “Charlotte?” “Charlotte, Mortaga.” Cato repeats then he nods.

Werecats had a long history of deep respect and cared for the den as well as its eggs. The first question was what the familiar’s names were. The basilisk told him to refer to her as Lotus. She said she liked the name, and she would take it unless he had any objections. Stefan enjoyed how aggressive she was for a newborn. Their partnership would work well. Although Stefan would never have thought himself an Onyx Sage or that he would stand with a basilisk- a species thought extinct on Ludicium. Mimi was named a long time ago. But Blake had to name his pup. Stefan wasn’t sure which of the two came up with ‘Eriyumilai. ‘ But Lotus and Stefan agreed ‘blazing leaf’ was a ridiculous name for a wo

She squatted in front of it and patted its fur softly. The kitten leaned closer for more touch and pat. "I guess you're lonely, just like me," she mumbled and gently carried the kitten in her arms, still patting. "It's a female. Wow, cute. Do you have a name?" she asked, as if the cat could talk. "Let's give you a name then. How about... uhm... Whitey?" The kitten didn't make a sound. "I guess you don't like the name. What about... Lolly? Like Lollipop, Lolly?"

“You’ve met Sombra.” “Sombra?” I repeated, raising a brow at him, arms folded over my chest. “It means ‘shadow,'" he said. My eyes returned to the cat. “Figures,” I muttered. “You’d name your pet after something dark and creepy.” Valiente chuckled. “I didn’t name him.” “No?” I asked, leaning to the side. “He earned it," Valiente responded, keeping his gaze on the cat. Sombra blinked lazily before opening one eye to stare at me again. “He doesn’t like strangers,” Valiente said, running a hand down the cat’s back.

She didn’t resist—just watched me with calm, steady eyes. “You troublesome creature,” I muttered softly. “You really had to bring your stray boyfriend home too.” Nyxara laughed again. “So… what are you going to name them?” she asked. I paused. Thinking. If they mirrored my children… then their names should too. It only felt right. Slowly, a small smile formed on my lips. “The girl,” I said softly, pointing to the smallest kitten, “will be called Laurelle.” Nyxara tilted her head. “Like Lauren?”

Its yellow eyes met mine over the bowl, a different gleam making them sparkle in the dim light. “You did a good job today.” I said, running my hand over its fur. “Sarah was a valuable acquisition. So much hatred, so much resentment. Her energy will feed the circles for decades.” It licked its whiskers, satisfied. Outside, the wind howled, and the dry leaves danced on the sidewalk. Halloween night was just beginning, and in Newburyport, families were preparing to celebrate. They didn’t know that magic was real. They didn’t know that, on that night, a debt had been paid. They didn’t know that, in a modest house on the outskirts of the city, an old woman and her black cat guarded the souls of t