Ominous Names Novels & Stories

He sat next to Cale, their knees touching. "Okay, let's look at it," Elion said. "'Mother's Maiden Name'. What did we use last time?" "Smith," Cale said. "That's boring. Can't we give her a cool name? Like... Storm? or... Weaver?" "It is statistically probable," Cale argued. "Smith is the most common surname. It raises the fewest flags. Boring is safe." "Okay, stick with Smith. 'Place of Birth'." "We used 'Unknown, Rural Kentucky'."

The cemetery held such a powerful mix of emotions—energy, sadness, and heaviness—that left me in awe. I moved the light over the area, revealing a towering tomb that dominated the back right corner. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding to the mystique. It was exactly where the star on the map had indicated. The name Gomez was carved into the highest point of the mausoleum in a font reminiscent of Old English. A small plaque on the side of the structure, covered in mineral buildup from years of weathering, displayed six names with middle initials.

“He didn’t happen to be telling you about another demon, did he? Somebody more powerful than he?” I thought. “He was telling me to ask about someone called the Tip-Toe Shadow. Do you know who he is?” His long ear flopped in irritation. “How am I supposed to know? You humans and your silly names. That isn’t important. What’s important is that he was obviously betraying one of the Others.” This had my attention. “The Others?” He growled. “The Others, the Builders, the Elders. Older than time, creators of all of us. You can’t betray the Others. It’s . . . ”

Do you know why your name is Amon? - It was the name my mother chose. - No. Dimon Shadow, your father, chose that name especially for you. Your name means “the hidden one”. Amon is also the name of the Marquis of Hell, the one who commands forty legions of lesser demons. Like him, you will command legions of werewolves less than you. That will restore justice and the good name of your family. Choosing your name was the greatest proof of the love your father had given you. It means that he hid you from the eyes of the world so that, even if he died, you would follow in his footsteps, as he followed in his father's footsteps.

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

he asked. “I don’t know….” “You’re definitely not going to find anything online about them, lil girl. Christian keeps that stuff scrubbed.” “No, I know,” I assured him. “It’s not that. I just want to put a name with the monsters, that’s all.” He sighed loudly. “Their names are Giovani and Zabrina,” he said. “Now, have a good night, Cass, and I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

“The word Thorne kept using to describe us. What was it again?” “I think she said we were ominous,” Eric said. “Perfect,” I said. “What’s perfect?” Daryl asked. “Our name,” I smiled. “How about we call ourselves…The Ominous?” “Catchy,” Daryl said. “It fits,” Rick said. “Fine, I guess it’s a cool name,” Adrian said. “Still think mine was better.” She pouted. “Fine, we’ll call ourselves The Ominous,” Natalie said. “Better than Adrian’s idea!”

“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.

“Why don’t you make a new one from your old one? Since you can’t get rid of the Band on your wrist, it would make the most sense to just turn a negative into a positive.” “What do you suggest?” I said, scraping around the edge of my tin. “Nomo?” Diesel rattled “Mono? Sounds like a disease. Who names a person after a disease?” I tried to hide my laughter. I knew a few people walking around with some very questionable torture and disease names. “Noom?” he sighed “Omon?” I heard him gasp, and I cringed instantly. “I’m not being called Omon” I snapped “oo-mon? I’d rather go with Mono.”