Haunting Names Novels & Stories

world peace among the different supernatural races since our family reigns three of the most dominant ones-- the Werewolves, the Northern Witches, and the Vampires. I, Blair Claudette Kendall Cavanaugh-Sperova… oh, I know it's such a very long name, and I wouldn't give a fudge to write it all on a piece of paper. Then add up Winsley on my legal married name, and damn, this is already intense madness. However, I love it more than anything. But not as much as I love my Pryce.

“Like Fluffy? Absolutely not. Our pup needs a commanding name. Something that makes people pause. Alpha material.” “You know we don’t even know if the baby’s gonna be an alpha, right?” “Details!” he said, waving it off. “Okay, first up—Ronan Dunham. Powerful, right?” I tilted my head. “Kind of sounds like Roman.” “But this has bite! Ronan Dunham. Strong. Fearless. A warrior’s name.” “It’s not bad.” Levi practically glowed. “Okay, how about Fenrir?” “You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?”

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

motherfucking ph’nglui mglw’nafh hastur! hastur Father Ward’s trembling fingers typed ‘hastur.’ This produced several images of a spectral figure cloaked in yellow, one of which reclined on a throne made of skulls, and another Wikipedia link. The entry proved vaguer than the others, but no less disturbing. “Hastur,” he whispered. “The Unspeakable One. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Also known as Assautuu, Yastur, H’aztre, or Kazum. Mythical deity said to reside in far off Carcosa, along Lake Hyades. Often associated with gods of pagan and child sacrifice.”

His body was as well covered in white and hair falling on his face with a feral scar occupying the center of his forehead. Like whirlpool of wind she rotates and stands right in front of Amara. "You want to know my name?" There erupts a devilish laughter out of her suddenly turning to man's voice sending shivers down her spine. "I am Otaku and I am right here in front of you to kill you."

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The error tone sounded almost like mockery. I clenched my fists, feeling frustration and fear twist together in my chest. Everything had worked perfectly when I registered my fingerprints in the admin department. Why did it fail the moment I reached the clock-in machine? Was I really about to relive the same nightmare as my last life? While I stood there frozen, several coworkers glanced over. A few even stepped forward kindly, asking if I needed help. As I watched them gather, an idea formed in my mind. I apologized timidly. "I am the new hire, Emma Lane. I'm sorry to bother you, but the fingerprint scanner just won't recognize me."

“Why are you helping me?” “My name is Dylan, and I work with the government. I and my team are on an assignment to haunt criminals like Mr. Romenetti. But for now, our duty is to get his hostages out. We've done it before, and we are doing it again. What matters is your freedom, we will discuss the rest of the story later.” If my heart was once beating, I felt it relax like I had been poured an ice water. I nodded. “Alright then, let's get out of here.”

Haley lifted her phone. "Okay, everyone. You are seeing a lot of scary divine nonsense right now. Official names are pending because apparently gods arrive without press kits. The giant wolf trying to claim everyone? He wants you to call him Fenrir, father of wolves, devourer of moons, blah blah historical trauma. Very intense. Very winter collection." Fenrir's head turned. Across the sky. Toward her. Good, Haley thought, stomach dropping. He is watching. Katherine's voice sharpened. "Haley."

Harrison nearly squealed. “That’s not her name.” “Huh?” He asked puzzled. ‘Not her real name?’ What were they in? Some kind of spy movie? “Then what is?” Harrison asked as he got to work, awaiting the response of his best friend, however, when Lucien spoke, he nearly fell off his chair. “Alexandra… Alexandra Grey.” “What!” “Keep your voice down you stupid idiot.”