Spirited Away No Name Novels & Stories

I managed finally, my voice still strained. He didn't look at me, his eyes focused straight ahead, but his thumb continued its slow, hypnotic circling on my arm. "Somewhere private," he articulated, "where we can speak. Or not speak." His eyes finally met mine. "Somewhere I can dedicate my full attention to you." My pulse throbbed a desperate song beneath his touch. I have to end this. I must turn around. Yet my feet obeyed his direction. "Wait," I tried again, a feeble tug on my arm. "I... I can't. I don't know your name."

from afar, his gun looked like its black but looking at it now, its actually a very dark colored green while the bird is light green. “AH! Yes!” he then looked up to the bird like he has forgotten about it. “What’s his name?” I asked, looking at the bird flying in circle above us. “It’s actually a her” “Ooops! My bad. Let me fix it. What’s her name?” “Wena” Wena? Kinda sound like wind. She’s from the Wind Spirit anyway. “How about your puppy?” I looked to Aeolous when he asked about Light. “His name is Light” they chuckled and I know why.

Ding Hao felt hesitant about throwing the spirit back into the river. "What's your name?" Ding Hao looked up and asked. "My name...?" The Spirit of the Dead gave a wry smile and shook its head. "A dead person needs no name. My surname was Jiang!" "His surname was Jiang?" Ding Hao suddenly felt a flash of inspiration.

Nameless’s laughter endured for a full minute before it waned to a stop. “You are after all an image I both love and hate at the same time, Maru. If you think about it that way, then there is nothing surprising about it at all. Fare thee well, Maru.” These were the last words of the man before he exited from Maru’s soul world. He was also the first one to touch the doors. Nameless took not his physical form but stayed only to manifest in using his soul alone. A blinding small orb of luster.

said Aquarius,"A water and ice nature user from Liquid Isle. She got along with the Spirit inside of her, she said her name is Ginger." "Its a female...." Diego said, "Just like mine. Did she name it herself?" "No she said it introduced itself to her as Ginger." Aquarius corrected. Diego was shocked that Black Spirits had names. She'd lived with the blue woman all her life and she never knew her name, but then again she remembered that she didnt get along with her spirit. Her spirit was rude and antisocial, it only spoke to her when it wanted to or when it planned on taking over her body. Diego didnt like her. She looked down and said, "I wish i was as lucky as her. I dont get along with min

Her eyes were now riveted to the floor and I could feel anxiety crashing off her in waves. “It’s okay to call me Silk. That’s actually the name of my sprite spirit. So it’s still part of me.” I offered her a kind smile, “What are you curious about?” “I just. Why me? I’ve never been anyone or anything of note, nothing particularly special. I’m just a fairy that went to school with you.” Her face was super serious and I could barely keep my giggles to myself.

I said, barely holding back tears. Liam's face twisted with anger, and he ground his heel into my hand. "I had to cut my trip short by three days for this. Satisfied now? You should be thanking Vivian—she's the only one kind enough to deal with your drama." I looked up, my voice barely a whisper. "Millie is dead." He smirked. "Andrea Atwood, you'll say anything these days. Why not just claim you're dead too?" Then he tried calling the preschool. The phone just kept ringing—no answer.

"You mean who? I or them?" "They are the spirits of the dead and shadow creatures that humans shouldn't be able to see." "I'm not human," the girl answered softly. "I know. But, right now, you're still human. What's your name?" "My name is Jonea," the girl answered softly, keeping her head down. We returned to the horse carriage. Bastian was already waiting and opened the door for us. "Come on! Why are you still standing there?" I totally snapped at that girl.

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

a shimmering form appears in front of us and Titus quickly stands in front of me with his arms protectively raised to hide me from it. What is that? A.. A ghost….? It’s a woman…?? ‘Rolf….’ I gasped when I could hear it speak. It calls his name….!!!! ‘He, who has no heart, does not deserve to have a mate… Once… We killed his mate and we can do it again….