Names For Death Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t.” She turned and walked towards the garden, touching the plant, touching them with such tenderness. “There was once someone who wanted to control her own fate,” the Sage said. “Her name was Elyxia, the Mistress of Death.” I blinked. “Mistress of Death?” I repeated slowly. “Like… actual death? The one that kills people and takes them to the afterlife? Or is that, like, a nickname?” The Sage gave me a look that made it clear she wasn’t joking. “Yes. Actual death.”

If my guess is right, they are from rich shacks, or they were probably lured here. "You will go through the worst fate, fools." I bellowed at them. That is why those people are calling me F.I.S., which stands for FOOL, IDIOT, and STUPID. I am sure they give me that name because I can't do without saying any of those words.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

She wanted to cry. "No. I am Death but that's not really my name. It's Sidapa. I'm here for you," he said, voice void of any emotion. “Don’t even think of running away. You will only get tired. No matter where you hide, I will always find you.”

The doors to the heaven close behind. And a name gets engraved on it. Joining the list of other gods of heaven. Entry no 777 Death Wolf/ Thaneos - The god of Death. .............. The End.................

Did anyone hold her while she died, or was she alone in some cold incubator? They hadn't even given her a name. My little Rose. I had picked out names, Rose and Selene, if they were both girls. But she died as "Baby Girl, unnamed." I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to muffle the sobs. They had taken everything. Not just Selene, who didn't even know I existed, but Rose too. Rose, who died because they couldn't wait. The door to the records room suddenly creaked. I heard voices in the hallway, getting closer.

I didn't know how Airen would feel about my nickname or the reputation that earned me that nickname. "It's just a little nickname I picked up. In Europe and South America, I just go by Angele de Mureto." I explained, hoping she wouldn't be too upset with it. Airen looked at me with wide eyes. "And whyyyyy exactly are you called The Angel of Death?"

fuck! “What a good morning it is. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t sleep last night but I never thought it would be this. Hi, my name is Adam and yours?” his cockiness was so annoying. “Death, that is my name. now tell me, where are the rest of your teammates?” he raised an eyebrow.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.