Spirited Away No Name Novels & Stories

The words rippled through the gathering. A name. The people repeated it carefully. As though tasting a new kind of fruit. "Name..." "What is a name?" "Can we have one?" Harbor looked toward Ama. His eyes filled with quiet understanding. "You didn't just name me." Ama blinked. "What?" "You introduced the idea." Silence. The realization struck her. In this world... Names had never existed. Not because they were forbidden. Because no one had imagined them. The green sprout glowed brightly.

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."

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

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.

It sounded peaceful. Arte didn't want to search anymore. She was tired. So cold. Her chest felt icy and hollow. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind. "Hey..." She said, trailing off. "Who is she talking to?" Raven asked, an eyebrow raised. The other three were equally clueless. "I should give you a name, right? I thought of one," Arte whispered. Ayame's eyes flew wide open, and she lunged forward, grabbing Ghost's wrist "Turn it off quickly! She's going to name her spirit!" She exclaimed. Herrington panicked, Ghost was confused, as was Raven. They didn't know anything about a spirit.

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.