Sinister Names Novels & Stories

“Before anything happens… what’s your name, little thief?” Shania swallowed hard, lips parting under his thumb. “Shania,” she whispered, voice breathy. “My name is Shania.” A low, approving rumble vibrated from the chest behind her. The twin in front smiled—slow, filthy, and full of dark promise. “I’m Damian,” he said, thumb pressing just inside her lower lip for a moment, letting her taste the salt of his skin. “And this is my brother, Killian.”

“Next, we make sure the entire city remembers this night. Anyone even thinking about betrayal will know what happens when they whisper my name with disrespect.” Hardik raised an eyebrow, amused. “They’ll know the name MADVIPER isn’t just a name. It’s a death sentence.” Avyaan’s lips curved into a thin, deadly smile. “Exactly.” The flames roared louder behind them, the fire eating away the last traces of Sinclair’s empire. The night belonged to them, to Veyrix—a name that would echo in fear long after the ashes settled. . TO BE CONTINUED....

My sharp eyes caught the title on one of them—it had something to do with a property under my name. I strode forward and snatched the papers from his hands, quickly scanning the contents. William looked uneasy but tried to maintain his composure, his voice stiff as he said, "Suzy, let me introduce you to your sister, Denise." I didn’t even glance up, my voice laced with mockery. "As far as I remember, my mother only had one child. So, where did this so-called sister come from?" "Suzy, where are your manners? This is your sister, the daughter of me and Miss Walsh. That makes her your family!" William's face darkened as I continued to disrespect him, his tone growing harsher.

Bellatrix turned to Nicholas's coffin, forced a smile and said, "You certainly weren't happy to see me here, huh? Did you think I'd hide in a corner of the room?" Bellatrix leaned a little more and whispered, "I know you can hear. Listen, I'm not afraid of you, Nicholas Kurigin. Oh darn! What is your real lineage title? I'm sure it's not Kurigin. Um, Lucifer? Nicholas Lucifer. Wow! The name fits well. Satan's cousin.” Nicholas smiled quietly. The smile could be clearly seen on his sleeping face. It’s true, he can hear everything. Bellatrix stood up straight.

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

The turbid breath exhaled in their slumber had the capacity to tear the fabric of the chaotic void, unveiling dreamlike cosmic chiliocosms. They were the progenitors of the extraterrestrial race, the alpha and omega of the enigmatic beings. Their names were Infernatur and Damnatur. To the uninitiated, and sometimes even to their own kind, it was widely believed that Infernatur and Damnatur were distinct entities. However, they were but facets of the same being.

The loud clatter of her heels hitting the floor made Lison stop and turn to face her. “You’re a horrible person. What right do you think you have to hurt my friend?” “I don’t know who the hell you are,” Tiodor growled, his brow furrowed. “Terrifying,” Natalia thought.

’’ His dark eyes were wild, burning with an intense heat that left me utterly breathless, my lips swollen and wet. He didn't say another word after even though it felt like he was about to. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a pen and tore a piece of the paper Derek had threw at him. His own work and scribbled something on it before sliding his hand down to the pocket of my dress. His rough knuckles brushed against the sensitive skin of my hip as he shoved the note deep inside. He patted my hip once, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. “See you around, Mrs Vance.’’ he whispered, his voice dripping with sinister confidence.

His obsidian eyes seemed to miss nothing, and his dark hair fell in artful disarray. Luca was known as the "Whisper." He was a master of stealth and subterfuge, able to move in and out of the shadows without a trace. His quiet demeanor and deadly precision had earned him the nickname. He was the clandestine operative for the Bianchi Shadows, a secretive and mysterious gang known for their covert operations and manipulation of information.

Gray shoots both of them. " You stupid fucker." Sinister says as he tries to pull out the knife from his hand since it's stucked between his hand and the table. Gray walks behind him and slam his head on the table as he grabs a fistful of his hair. Sinister shrieks in pain and curses in Russian. " You're gonna breathe and calm down. Tell me where's your next shipment and which harbour." Gray tells him. " Fuck you , I ain't telling you shit. " Gray grabs the body of the knife and pierce it deeper into his hands and the table. He screams and I shudder.