Names For Death Novels & Stories

After Audrey's death, she was the only one who would secretly celebrate my birthday for me. As expected, Connor's face darkened when he heard my name. "With me? Who does she think she is? As for why she didn't text you back, she was probably embarrassed. If it wasn't for her, would Audrey be dead? Despite this, you're even thinking of celebrating her birthday?"

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.

Loira. Therin. Renna. Maeven. Silen. Nyra. Garrin. The others who never reached the end. Ten. Only ten this time. The Game took more in other lives. More in other cycles. Sometimes, whole crowds. Sometimes, only Kael and I, standing alone in the aftermath, surrounded by ghosts. The other names will come to me, I will remember them in time, and when I do, I will add them, but for now, this is a start.

Vernon A chilling unnerving silence fell over the place that bore semblance to the gothic cathedral—except for the fact that it was called the Dead Bones in Crestfall Academy. I could see the growing confusion on everyone's faces that mirrored mine, the silent murmurs and breaths that grew heavier with every passing second. We never gathered like this in the Dead Bones except someone had died in the most unnatural, pathetic, and gruesome way. We held solemn silence here only for those who died outside of the academy. Those who died because of the trial games never had their names echoed off the strong towering walls because dying here was considered being weak.

David's funeral was very rushed, but with enough money spent, it still was very grand. A lot of the people who showed up at the funeral felt like David's death came too suddenly. He was a prominent figure who could influence people on either side of the law. Yet he died such a pitiful death in his later years. It was quite undignified. Some people also said it was probably because he did too many evil deeds when he was younger. That was why he didn't even have a son to see him off at his funeral. Most of his offspring were short-lived, too.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

His voice lowered. Colder. — "For the name." — "Undead Army." — A ripple passed through the hall. — "A name that makes people tremble," Death Bear said. "A name that spreads fear the moment it's heard." He looked at the Grand Elder again. "And more than that…" A faint gleam in his eyes. "To show the countries that abandoned us…" "That they made a mistake." Silence followed. The Grand Elder's gaze hardened. "No matter how strong you think you are," he said slowly, "wrong is still wrong."

Now my Fated might be lost forever… I already know the name he’s going to say, and when he does, my undead heart shatters into a million fucking little pieces. “Katherine Décès.”

He was the brains of their group, which earned him the nickname on the hockey field. And Lucien? Lucien was known as Death.

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.