Scary Names Novels & Stories

In the next few seconds, a loud booming sound rang out in the room and she saw the big ghost also falling. Her eyes were open long enough to see something sticking out of Sara’s chest and her snowy white nightgown stained red. “Scar.” “Scar.” She heard everyone, including Alan the tormentor calling her name over and over again in a worrisome voice but she could not answer them. And not once did she hear Sara’s voice in the mix. Over the next couple of weeks, the clan of Scathin battled for the lives of the two precious daughters of the chieftain.

Wolf frowned. [I'm sure any mother in this world wouldn't name their child after a wild animal.] Wolf chuckled as he read Zoe's writing. "I thought Wolf sounded cool. I chose it carefully." [No. You just chose it to look scary.] "But I am scary, aren't I? I chose that name because my real name is not scary at all. It's too clever." Zoe wanted to know what he meant by a clever name, but they had already entered the psychiatrist's room.

You've got to be fucking kidding me, why me? "What's the name then, I'm sure I would've heard you on the news if that's true?" I acted like I didn't believe him. "We're called the Scar Bloods" he smirked proudly. "Wow, that sounds scary" I teased with a sarcastic tone. "4th biggest Mafia in the world" he uttered as I could smell the alcohol off his breath which sent shivers down my spine. Ace had the biggest Mafia and a bigger dick, just putting it out there. I've heard of the Scar Bloods. They're not as cruel as they make themselves out to be but they have some weird torture methods. I knew instantly that the Scar Bloods hated Ace's Mafia. Simply because Ace has the biggest and largest Mafi

he joked, chuckling when Fred shot a look at him for saying their names in the presence of others. “It will be okay if you name them according to the witches, whose names sound similar to humans, or even the werewolves whose names sound more Irish. We don't mind. As long as you don't name them like Lycans. Or even vampires,” he added the last one, with a look at the baby Blue was carrying.

She was like a mother who was taking care of her children. I snapped out of my trance when a boy tugged at the hem of my suit. I looked down at him with a blank expression. The kid's eyes got watery in fear. No wonder why I didn't get along with kids. My face was scarier than the ghosts according to them. I even used to scare Eltan when he was a kid. He used to say I have mean-looking eyes which could pierce through the souls, which was where the name 'scary bro' derived from.

The only scary I've known came in a 6 foot three package that promised only goodness in a fancy car. I unwrapped it like the hard-up eager naïve teenager I was. And it turned out to be a big fucking Monster that didn't just give me bad dreams but live fucking nightmares that still haunts me years after, wherever I go, reminding me that demons always come in the most appealing of packages. “If you gotta choose a name what will it be?” Killer asks, unaffected by the audience and my obvious inner battle I have going on inside me. My eyes snap off the older man walking closer to us and to Killer’s blue all-knowing gaze.

No name. No number. Just a single sentence: “You look beautiful when you’re scared.”

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

The scary guy snapped his head round to look at me in shock, before turning back to Percy and finally noticing that he was starting to turn an alarming shade of purple. “Shit,” he said, dropping him onto the floor. Percy shot me a look which I took as a thank you. After coughing a few times, he finally stood up. “What the fuck Nathan?” he croaked out. Nathan. So the scary guy’s name was Nathan. That kind of suited him. Now that he wasn’t wearing a hard hat, I could see that his hair was dark brown but he had a streak of silver running down one side. It kind of reminded me of Harry Potter’s scar but on his hair. I wondered briefly whether he’d been hit by lightning at some point in his lif

Hard to believe I’m days away from popping. My stomach is stretched far too much, my back aches, the fake contractions have me freaking out, and my feet are like balloons. I’m ready for the Little Nightmare to come out. The nickname Little Nightmare seems to be sticking. It’s slightly fitting as her father is a demigod of death and her mothers is a lycan. These are definitely two things that would give normal people nightmares, and Everly is a combination of those things. We decided to call her Ever as a cute nickname and Little Nightmare as her nickname for when she is driving us crazy.