Spooky Black Cat Names Novels & Stories

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

That was because barely a meter behind her, there was nothing but black, like someone painted a black canvas and laid it over this side of her sphere. It had taken her a while to notice that the darkness, just like the other colors, could move. When it did so, the usual view of colorful gauze birds was revealed behind it. So, it was not that there was an abyss, but that she just couldn't look through this dark blob that was at least as big as her own sphere, if not several times bigger. Since then, she always kept a watch on this particular… thing. 'Gauze bird' didn't seem appropriate in its case since it was too big and nearly unmoving, so she just called it Blackie. The only thought behind

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I pull my hand back to search, but the wolf starts back up again. "Give me a moment, alright?" I shoo him off and he plops down with his head down. "Angus, Apollo, Archie, Ash, Axel, Baxter, Bingo, Bruce, Bruno, Champ, Charlie, Chester, Chip, Coco, Dexter, Duke, Eddie, Felix, Frankie, Freddy, George, Griffin, Hunter, Kane, King, Lenny, Logan, Marty, Max, Milo, Nelson, Noah, Ollie, Oscar, Ozzy, Peanut, Pepper, Prince, Rambo, Rocco, Romeo, Sam, Scooby, Scout, Simba, Snoopy, Spencer, Spike, Spot, Tucker, Walter, Woody," I skip over the names as quickly as I can. I know for a fact I won't use common names, whether the wolf likes it or not.

He couldn't provoke them. "Lion, don't name him blindly if you don't know how to. I think it's better to call him Blackie," Yan Wushuang said. Blackie? The Misty Cloud Beast wanted to cry. None of them were reliable. He thought about the two names carefully. Kitty seemed to be better than Blackie. Blackie sounded like a dog's name. But soon, he was happy. The Divine Beast Qilin was called Lion. He wanted to laugh. Compared to Lion, Kitty was not bad. Anyway, a divine beast had the same type of nickname as him.

It is said that, the worst nightmare is to have a bloodfang smile at you. The Shadow Pelt Pack, with fur so dark that it blends completely into the darkness, blessed with unusual speed and precision. Usually called the Night Dancers. Their name is spoken in fear, for the saying, "if the moon stares at you, the Night Dancers are near, and your screams will be music."

She said, “Oh, right! Sorry, I forgot. By the way, these two are Soheila's spirit beast, Little Black, and Sylvie.” “Hey! I'm Little Black! My Master named that to me.” Little Black introduced himself. “I'm Sylvie. Glad to meet you, my Master's roommates.” Sylvie formally introduced herself. “Sylvie, not Little White?” Hector asked. “Yes,” Sylvie answered shortly. “Wait, it's you! The vendor!” Little Black exclaimed while pointing his small hand at Hector. Hector put his hand on his chin as he trying to remember if he met them before. All of a sudden, he pointed his finger also to Little Black, and said, “You were on Soheila's shoulder that time, while the white fox was on the ground.”

Black miasma gathered in mid-air, and within seconds, it condensed into a gigantic black panther. The black panther let out a growl of fury as Perry shouted, "Cast your invisible spells, Panthers!"

This sounds more like a creepy nightmare, rather than a dream but I continue listening. “There was a door and the voice said to look through the door, and I did. When I stepped through the door, I saw a massive black wolf. Bigger than your wolf Aiden. She was covered in silver chains. Everything about her was black. Her eyes were black. There were no whites in her eyes. Her fur, paw pads, claws, teeth, everything was black. Then she said she was my wolf and her name is Nyx. But it doesn’t make sense. I’m not an Alpha wolf.” “I will talk to my dad about Nyx, mojito. But what did Nyx say to you?”