Spooky Names Novels & Stories

Woody narrowed his eyes and asked, "Aren't those from the tribe of the Celestial Fox supposed to carry the surname Blair? Why is yours Popp?" "Who said that our surname is Blair?" Alexia was taken aback. Woody listed out the names. "Renna Blair, Liska Blair—" "Oh please, those were just made-up names in novels, alright?" Alexia had a look of disdain. "Actually, those novels are not all just nonsense. For example, the story in the Strange Tales of Spirits is far more credible. "The description of the Celestial Fox in the book is more accurate too. Most of the characters have the surname Blair!"

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

Spooky takes a hold of his daughter, “I want Heather to be awake when we officially give you your name, little one, but I already know what it will be.” A moan and sob can be heard behind us. “My baby? My pup? Is it?” she weekly manages between sobs. “Our Daughter is fine she is right here” Spooky moves to her side, holding the pup for her to see. I start to slip out the door. “Not so fast, Alpha! You should be here for the naming of your goddaughter!” I nod “okay, but quit calling me Alpha, I haven’t taken any such position and really Selyna is the Alpha, I’m just her mate.”

Mrs Feeney backed away as the stench of death emanating from the vile spirit became too much to bear. Dear God,the evil of this was overwhelming. “So you asked who I am and now you know old woman,”the spirit said,as the shadows drew closer to her. Mrs Feeney saw this.The dark spirit was exerting herself,getting weaker and drawing strength from her guardians. “I asked for your name spirit and you have yet to answer me,”Mrs Feeney said,bile rising in her throat.”You play games,nothing more.”

he joked, chuckling when Fred shot a look at him for saying their names in the presence of others. “It will be okay if you name them according to the witches, whose names sound similar to humans, or even the werewolves whose names sound more Irish. We don't mind. As long as you don't name them like Lycans. Or even vampires,” he added the last one, with a look at the baby Blue was carrying.

Lucy cut me off and said, “Don’t listen to PJ. Get us some real drinks and fill them to the top!” PJ was my nickname, which was short for “Perfect Jasmine.” My classmates came up with it years ago as a taunt for being a religious, straitlaced, perfect student. Lucy was the only person I tolerated using it. I found her use of the nickname a bit ironic considering she was the perfect one, being so magazine gorgeous with a charming and sociable personality to match.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Addison asked, curled up on the couch and staring at me with those big eyes of hers. I was so lost in them that I completely forgot what we were talking about and she punched me in the arm to get my attention. “Oww!” I said playfully, rubbing my arm and pouting at her. “Seriously, Liam, if you could be a spy, what would your spy name be?” “I don’t know. I never really thought about it. It’s not something normal people think about,” I said, teasing her. We both laughed and she came closer and snuggled next to me, laying her head on my chest. “I think that I would be Rachel Lovegood,” she said. “The name sounds powerful and if I’m going to be a spy, I need to be powerful.”

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.

She looks me in the eye's, observing them "I know what you're trying to do, you just want to laugh at me, or you want to get back at me for starting the hoodie girl stuff back at 5th grade" I never knew that, neither do I care, sure the nick names are hurtful, but right now, her state of mind is more important. "Look Tori, whether you like it or not. I don't care about those things, and I see ghost too, there's one standing next to me right now, his name is Tommy and he is super nice and annoying" He whines "Hey. I am not" "You didn't hear him just now but he just said something annoying" she laughs a little "I was born with this gift, I can see dead people and take their souls to cross over