Spirited Away No Name Novels & Stories

Her eyes were crimson with rage, but I smiled, eerie and sharp, then kicked off the ledge and let myself fall. "Anna! What have you done?" Calvin's anguished cry echoed as I plummeted. Anna froze, staring at her trembling hands. Below, a truck exploded, flames swallowing everything.

he murmured. His voice was hoarse. Rowan snapped his gaze back to him. “Don’t lie to me.” The man frowned in confusion and lifted his head a little more, eyes searching Rowan’s face as if trying to recognize something that wasn’t there. “My name is Kai,” he said quietly. “At least… I think it is.” Aiden’s chest tightened at the sound of it. There was no arrogance in his tone, only exhaustion and an empty ache behind his eyes. Rowan scoffed. “You expect me to believe that?”

The amusement on his face was made obvious. "Ten-shi?" "Ah! The Lost Boy's name. He is given the name Tenshi like how you are given the name Amorivia. A name you should never forget if you want to go back." "Wait how did he--" "See you!" Nisemono flew away without letting her finish and all she could do was wonder. So Tenshi is his name. Well, she's glad he found his name, he must be happy that he finally has his name. She inhaled deeply and blew it out. No use sulking outside when she can move forward. Her only option is to wait for him to listen to her but in the meantime, she has to rest.

and eventually uttered my name to a ghost. "My name is Kazuo." But when he gave me his name, my entire body froze. When I looked at him attentively, I was trembling—a white-haired, green-emerald-eyed ghost. I don't know, but this butterfly in my stomach kept on crouching when I heard that name. "P-pardon?" I was stuttering and trembling. I had no idea I'd run into him. "My name is Kazuo. Got it? " He mumbled anguishfully. I got a memory of what he had said before:

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

"Maybe you are gifted. I think you are also a very special human being as well. What do I call you my friend?" I ask her even though I already know her name. I have to keep my act up so, it is only natural not to know her name. "Aria. My name is Aria Crescent De Andrade. Why are you sad Wolfie? What is so bad that you want to kill yourself? I never knew that animals could be so sad." My mind is reeling now and I have to give her a believable story. Otherwise, I might end up blowing my cover. "I am not a normal wolf Aria. I am a spirit wolf. A sort of guardian spirit to all the animals but I have failed. I have failed so miserably in my task that I cannot face the wrath of my creator. What be

"They have no eyes but they see through a spirit-like being that they share their soul with." "Wait they don't have eyes?" She asks in shock. I shake my head as I settle down on the edge of the bed. "No. And they'll even take the scarf off if you'd like to see, Nix normally wears it so nobody freaks out." "Okay so they see through a spirit then?" "Sort of," I mutter. "I'm not entirely sure if it is a spirit but it behaves like one, Nix's looks like a falcon. It's name is Zizi."

Though she found it a little strange, her heart was warmed by his gesture. Out of boredom, she went to the couch and began scrolling through her phone. Mysteria Studio's reputation was soaring fast, and she was already planning her next step to make her name known. "Valerie, release our new fall collection on the website, please." "Got it, Sera." Just then, Seraphine's phone vibrated with a call from an unknown number. She picked it up. "Hello?" "Hello, Seraphine. This is Aria Snow."

he remarked, a wild grin spreading across his face. "It's going to be a lot of fun when we spar in the future," he added, his eyes gleaming with excitement, almost maniacal. "Your name?" I asked, impressed. His speed indicated that he could very well be an even greater threat than the immortals of Whitewater, not counting the one he claimed he couldn’t die. "No one in this country knows my name—only one or two, perhaps. You can call me ‘No One,’" he replied, and in an instant, he dashed off, showcasing his speed yet again.

Damn Nami! _______