Names For Death Novels & Stories

Peter Vale. The word "stillborn" was circled in red. My mother had never told me I’d had a twin brother who died at birth. Rain splattered across the screen, mixing with my tears. At the old house, my mother sat in the main hall. When she saw me, she sneered. "What are you here for?" "Who is Peter Vale?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I wanted to see if she would finally tell me the truth. Her hand trembled. "Peter Vale?"

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

My shoulders slumped as we stopped in front of a tombstone. I even heard Jennifer hold back her sobs as I unwittingly knelt on the grass when I saw whose name was engraved on that tombstone. N-no! In loving memory of Tyron Collins. Born: September 26, 1997 Died: April 2, 2020

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

"How about Hrom? I don't think any creature can match his sound, except maybe Sleipnir." Death had been offered many nicknames in the past for his uništi, but he always turned them down. He liked the name uništi, but seeing Lucius nervous convinced him. "That's a good name. I'll go with that, just don't expect him to respond." Lucius smiled and gave Death a hug, lifting him off the ground again. Death waited until Lucius dropped him this time and watched as the King went back into his castle. 'You never did look at me the same after the Lycan hunt. You're not the only one who's gotten a bad feeling. Maybe my experiences have numbed me to this side of world.'

"My name means death?!" Ava sat up, confused. "W-what? That's nonsense... What kind of site did you use to search?" "It's AI." "AI sometimes malfunctions... Check another one." Morticia scoffed and searched again. "It's the same thing, Mom. My name means death? Oh God, I'm doomed!" "Calm down, okay... Just be cool. You have other names." "Everyone has been calling me death," Morticia pouted, her face contorting in shock.

No words could describe the mystery of the Death Valley. It only revealed itself to those who were dealers of death or invoked by blood oath. It was hidden from the mere sights of humans because their mundane minds could not begin to comprehend the darkness surrounding the Death Valley. It went by many names. Some called it the Hollow Ground. Some called it the Blood Pit of death while others referred to it as the Last Court. The final place to settle a score or fulfil a vengeance. To the creatures of the night, it was a feared, inescapable and sacred place.

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

Finally. Named.

“Meaning someone built it.” “Yes.” “Someone powerful enough to create a system that could destroy gods.” Death nodded. Kieran’s voice grew colder. “And you never wondered who?” “I did.” “And?” Death paused briefly before answering. “I searched.” The weight in his voice caught my attention. “And you found something,” I said. Death looked at me. “Yes.” Kieran leaned forward slightly. “What?” Death’s voice dropped lower. “A name.” My heart began to beat faster. “What name?” Death hesitated.