Scary Names Novels & Stories

She muttered, avoiding my eyes. "You share the name with my granny!" I burst into laughter in surprise as I let go of the mean girl, "That's so weirdly fun!" "Holy shit!" The mean girl spat at my feet with a despised look as she rubbed her hand, "And here I thought you were a werewolf." "What made you change your answer to the wrong one?" I turned to the mean girl with a frown but I was genuinely confused. "Do you even know what Scarlett means?!" The mean girl sneered coldly, "It means sin, stupid! Only the wolfless ones are named Scarlett. And I assume your 'granny' is also one of them?"

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

She knew how Sane easily got scared that was why she was so good at scaring him. Not to mention that the tomb that he was looking at a while ago was really scary as is. "The S in Sane stands for scared," she said, grinning. "The R in Haniel stands for respect," he said before making a face. She nodded, smiling before grinning once more. She walked beside him before dropping her gaze to look at the tomb. "Why were you even staring at it? You looked so serious, it was really funny. If you've only seen your face!" she said, giggling.

I handed her phone back to her. "Them," I muttered. "You mean Raging Beast and Deadly Snake!" she exclaimed. I frowned. "Why do you all call them by those names?" I asked. "Because it suits their personalities perfectly. Nobody dares to call them by their real names in this school unless they're tired of living. Raging Beast, as the name implies, is cold and always angry. Some students say he has anger issues. He's the son of the Alpha of the neighboring pack. He's ruthless, and even the principal is wary of him. Deadly Snake, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary. He could witness someone dying right in front of him and still maintain

“Black? Eerie black, for real? I mean, there's a host of colors that you could have picked from: blue, red, yellow, white, even.. Yet you picked the most... scary one?” “Mia, almost every detail about me just so happens to be scary and mysterious... I mean, look at my name.. ‘Riot’ is not a name you hear many children bearing... I mean, Rihanna gave her child the name, but we all know Riri's kinda sick, and she's like the only parent to have the balls, not literally, of course, to do that.” Mia, who'd swallowed her coffee, was nodding her head, then proceeded to ask:

Lame walked up to them and started playing with them. "Hey kid what is your name?" Sara asked "Lame" Sara scream and said her name is scary because her mother always tell them, anybody that bears Lame is a monster!! Lame was so angry at Sara. "Hey monster, leave here! you're scaring" Johnson shouted at Lame.

Interested, even. “Yeah,” I said slowly, cautiously. “It is. Scarlett Blackwood. Why? What’s it to you?, you've got a problem with my last name uh?" The three girls looked at each other. Their eyes got wide. One of them actually grinned. “No it's just that it's so cool!”the first girl said. “It sounds like something from a movie! Or a really good book!” “Like a secret,powerful name!” another one added, nodding fast.

And now, here I was, imprisoned like some helpless creature, at the mercy of the wicked Scar and his ruthless minions. The name of Scar sent a shudder down my spine, eliciting a primitive wave of repulsion within me. Tales of his savagery and thirst for power had been passed down through generations, a tribute to his standing as the deadliest enemy my family had ever faced. His penchant for causing pain and misery knew no bounds, and now, he held my brother, Hendrix, and me imprisoned, mere pieces in his sick game of vengeance against our parents. The mere thought of Scar's name struck me with a sensation of dread. His notoriety preceded him, casting a lengthy shadow over our position. It wa

But was stunned when this crazy guy, who she named Blaise, held her shoulder tight. “Yes, Sasha. Celine Harrison Blaire. My sister.” He stressed out, gripping her shoulder as if he wants it to break. The girls gasped in unison. They can not believe what they heard. Well, I can't blame them. Celine's angelic face is way too far from this brutal creature's features. “We are so sorry, Blaise. We do not know, “ Sasha cried in fear. But why do they seem so scared of this man? I don't see any special in him to be scared of. So his name is Blaise? Such a cool name that does not suit him.

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?”