Names For Death Novels & Stories

But it absolutely fucking kills me not to know what’s going on in there. Every so often there were loud noises, good and bad sounds. Some growls. Even though we tried to operate as a normal pack, Dozer didn’t like being called Alpha. Even more so, in mixed company he really hated it. Just Doze or Dozer and it wasn’t considered disrespectful. But not all Alphas are like that. Grouch liked to be called “VP” instead of Beta and people did it just to appease him but for me, he was Grouch and that’s it.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

“I was thinking of them on the way here.” Zen says, in a way that sounds a little like protest “It hasn’t been that long, My Lady.” “Out with it then.” I give him a look “You’ve already decided on the names, haven’t you?” The way he’s pointedly avoiding my eyes tells me I hit the nail on the head. “Letum and Interitus.” Some part of my brain instinctively knows what the words translate to. Death and Destruction. Really, he chose the most basic names with in fancy words. I shake my head slightly with a smile.

He mewled softly and I kissed his head as I sat down beside Cara. My eyes lifted to her and my voice came low, "We gonna name him after the man who died to save him and his mother," A sad smile came to her lips, heartbreak clouded her eyes and she looked down at him, her hand came to his cheek and she gently stroked it. I turned to the others and involuntary smiled, "Meet little Maxwell," I said, my gaze back at him, "We'll call him Max." Katherine eyes softened, she covered her mouth and sniffled. Gosh, just say a word and this girl will go on full sobbing.

She looked around expecting someone to pop out of a corner or something. “Your middle name is Gretchen. Greta is a nickname for Gretchen.” He seemed very proud of himself for coming up with that name for her. And he ignored her question about him calling her, Babe. “I see.” “It shows familiarity and intimacy,” he explained with a feeling of accomplishment.

“So it’s your brother’s show tonight?” “Yep. We’re very proud.” “I’ve got tickets. I’m taking my mum.” “Oh, that’s nice.” “Yeah. I’m not a mama’s boy or anything. She just gets lonely since my dad died.” “That’s sweet. I’ve got to go. Maybe I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight!” Reed called as I headed for the pharmacy. “You idiot.” I heard the other cop say. “Just ask her out.” “The cop has been flirting with you for a year.” Carol the Pharmacist said.

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."

That was the first time I'd gotten warmth from someone since my mother died. I wailed into her coat, crying my eyes out until I passed out from pain and agony. He didn't live past a week, on the sixth day he passed away. I had fractures and broken bones but for some reason, none of it compared to the pain I felt when I saw him all blue again. I named him Nicky, I just needed something to put on the birth and death certificate. It was his father's name. A boyfriend who I never called or told about it.

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave.

"Bull crap. Apart from Death, you know what his other nickname is?" Adeline went quiet. "Sèx god, that's it. His sèx stamina is like his name, and he goes crazy over any girl he fûcks. That's why he takes time to pick out his bitçhes. Death has never been gay." Poe glared. "Why are you telling me this?" Adeline's eyes thinned. "Because I'm not comfortable with your closeness. You're not all that!" Poe replied and left. She walked down the forest with wild wide steps.