Names For Death Novels & Stories

Not even in death. The End.

"However, if you attack her, you know that I will not show mercy." Death nodded. "His real name," he continued as he shuffled forward out of the dungeon and into the room. "his real name is Raymond, Ray for short." "Ray?" Holly tested the word out. It sounded off to her. "He'll always be Quix to me." Death chuckled. As he moved the wounds he''d suffered healed. "His story is quite sad you know. I could tell it all to you." Lucifer frowned. "What are you planning, Death?"

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

Ding Hao felt hesitant about throwing the spirit back into the river. "What's your name?" Ding Hao looked up and asked. "My name...?" The Spirit of the Dead gave a wry smile and shook its head. "A dead person needs no name. My surname was Jiang!" "His surname was Jiang?" Ding Hao suddenly felt a flash of inspiration.

I asked the question that has been bugging me. Mia sighed as though she had been expecting the question. Like I was bound to ask but waisted time to do so. “Charles is popularly known as ‘Death’.” 'Mia said with a dramatic tone,if it were a movie there would have been some kind of dramatic sound track that would have sent shivers down the audience's snipes like it did to mine. I shrikes and jumped off the chair, I fell on the ground with my a*s,I cried in agony,the impact was quite painful.

Or that's what Dimitri said to me. I quietly recalled what happened. "приговор к смертной казни as in death sentence in short?" I asked him. He nodded hesitantly. "Okay. What type of a name is that?" I asked him. Seriously, a death sentence in short. Could they get any more creative? Note the sarcasm. He scowled at me before saying "Don't look at me like I was the one who named her. If it was me I would have named cute monster or maybe wolfie mons-" and before he could rant some more insane things I cut him off asking " Who is she?"

The research team was under the control of the state, so it listened to the elder. "Have you decided?" The elder asked. Chu Xun nodded and said, "Why not call it Fatal Blow?" "Fatal Blow?" The corners of the elder's mouth twitched twice. "The name is good and very domineering. It means a fatal blow to the enemies. Good!" In fact, the elder thought the name was worldly. Chu Xun named it in an extremely careless way. The elder suddenly wanted to take back what he had said before. Chu Xun was not good at naming.

I only gave him a half smile. “Why don’t you tell me your name, before I carve it into your hide?” I growled, gripping the dagger tighter. “My name?” the black wolf chuckled, its tail twitching in amusement. “My name is Death, and you’re a fool to challenge me.” I lifted the dagger, studying the wolf. “Death or rather suicide? You seem like a weakling to me.” I scoffed. The dark wolf growled, his eyes flashing with anger. “You don’t know anything, pup.”