Spooky Names Novels & Stories

A small creature with big saucer eyes, leathery knobby skin, and long perked up fluffy white bunny ears sprouting straight out its head stepped into the light. "If you please miss, my name is Spindleton Charles Flickerflackwind The Third. But people call me Spindle." I smiled weakly at the small creature. He was so weirdly out of place it made me want to laugh. "It's nice to meet you, Spindle. I'm Carrie." His eyes widened, "its nice to meet me, miss? No one's ever told me that before miss. I thank you kindly." I, raised my eyebrows, "sure. No problem."

I protested, pouting. “Snoopette was the name I gave you and I call you Tiffany only when I feel it's important, and moreover Axel is my name and AJ is my Initials, and you didn't give me a nickname so…” He reasoned. Okay that's true, sighs this Grumpy Vampire is not giving me a chance to win a teeny argument. “Alright, alright, what name do you want me to call you?”

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

He held a tall staff that glowed purple light. "What's the deal Spiro, why are you doing this," Nyx growls, waving his hand around the darkness. "Nyx, really, using your father's real name," he tsks, shaking his head. He scowls down at him and raises his hand, producing a ball of purple light, and quickly pushes it into Nyx. My eyes widened and I clutched my chest at the coldness that spread through my soul. I brightened my light and warmed it, pushing it away from me. Panicked, I look at Nyx and see his eyes are black and black tattoos are now on his face. Spiro is laughing heartedly.

None of the five Holiday offspring had believed their father when he'd told them that their family was descended from the ancient Celtic spirits of the seasons. It was a coincidence, they'd all figured, that each of them had been born on a holiday - whether a modern one, like Valentine, the middle brother, or an ancient one, like Summer, the older of the two girls who was born on midsummer's day. Sam had gotten both - Halloween, the modern holiday, and Samhain, the ancient festival. He still blessed his parents for calling him just Sam, even though they'd meant to name him Samhain.

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.

She added while searching further. "Aha!! Here it is; take a look!" Everyone was curious about her findings, so I read it out loud. "The age-old knowledge of the seven deathly beings: The Shadow Stalker, a phantom predator, strikes fear in the dark. The Banshee's Wail, mournful and ominous, signals disaster with her cries. Petrifying with a glance, the Gorgon's Gaze turns victims into stone. The Blood Fiend feeds on life, leaving only husks.

“Of course you do.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling. “Okay, so some traditional werewolf names: Fenrir, Lyall, Ulric—” “We're not naming our baby Fenrir.” “What about Moonbeam?” I threw a pillow at his face. “Absolutely not.” “Moonlight? Luna—wait, that might be confusing.” He dodged another pillow. “Okay, okay. What about normal names?” We spent an hour going through possibilities, laughing at ridiculous suggestions and debating serious ones. Christian wanted to use the name—Richard—if we had a boy. I liked names from my favorite books.

It would be surely noticed. They are his brothers? To confirm my suspicion. James introduced himself “royal wolf Jamiel voldov. courtesy name Death. gift shadow. Family gift, lust. Jesus, I do not want to know what earned him that name. beside me Hailey shifted closer to Dailey and James raised his right brow.

Honestly, I’m surprised more people don’t get murdered on Halloween. Thank God that Christian— *Oh, why do I even bother thinking of him as Christian?* Force of habit, I guess. I’ve been so incredibly terrified that I might let his real name, “Nick,” slip out in public that I’ve forced my own brain to think of him only by his alias: *Christian Newsome, Christian Newsome, Christian Newsome.* Thank God that Christian came up with the brilliant idea of using Halloween night to kill Sarah, so I didn’t have to suggest it to him myself. Men and their fragile egos.