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'."

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.

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"what's your name, sugar?" "Ria," she said in a quiet voice that reverberated over Kachi's body and he found himself staring at her again. "Is it short for something?" he asked and she looked at him for a solid ten seconds before nodding, a shy smile playing on her lips. "what?" "It doesn't matter," Bode cut in. "Oyibo, what's your name?" The fair lady out of the four twirled her hair in her fingers, her mouth opening in a beautiful smile that revealed her gap teeth. "I'm Jes."

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.”

And why was he calling me now, in the dead of night, with his ominous warnings of impending doom? "Who are you?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as fear tightened its icy grip around my throat. "I am the harbinger of your husband's downfall," the voice replied, a cruel smirk evident in its tone. "You may call me Monroe." The name sent a chill down my spine, a name whispered in the shadows of my nightmares, a name synonymous with fear and death. I had heard whispers of his legend, tales of a man consumed by vengeance and driven by madness, but I never imagined that he would come for us, for Damien.