Spooky Names Novels & Stories

Jack eyes him up and down, “Six—what? six four? six five? Two hundred ten pounds? Sound about right?” The Horned God nods. “What name do you want?” “In the past, I have been called, ‘Fearadhaigh’.” All four of us sit silent. “You want to spell that, please?” My father spells the name. “It means father of fairies.” “Uh-huh,” Jack nods, unimpressed. “It’ll do for a surname. Anything else—you know, polite—you’ve been called?” “Finn’s mother called me Warren—her protector.”

’ Her expression darkened at once. Baby Robbie told Hecate, “It’s my mommy.” Hecate’s expression stiffened. “How can you save your mother’s contact under such a cheesy name?” “Cheesy?” Baby Robbie frowned. All the sisters had come up with this nickname together. They all thought that this nickname suited their beautiful and kind mommy the most. However, Baby Robbie did not know why Hecate thought the name was cheesy. “Hecate, she’s my mommy. You’re not allowed to speak about her so rudely.”

“What is her name?” He shook his head. “She has no name. We only call her The Queen.” “What was her name?” Jo pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. He closed his eyes, his mouth moving as whispers of Russian that sounded like a prayer came out. She almost laughed aloud. What god would save a Vampire? Especially an unsouled one. “She has had many names.” His eyes were still closed as he answered. “Give. Me. One.” His lips were trembling as he whispered, “Asteria.”

“Oh, thank the Celestial Heavens! Because if you didn’t like Luci, you wouldn’t have liked the other nickname I gave you.” Loki’s head shot up, crawling to the end of his bed, yet far enough so I did not strangle the little prick. “What’s the other nickname?” he giggled. “Lurch.” Loki and I looked at each other, not understanding the new name. “You know, from the Addams Family? ‘Their creepy and their kookie, mysterious and spooky….” Uriel continued to sing the theme song from the human television show, Loki rolling on the bed with his arms on his stomach, laughing.

motherfucking ph’nglui mglw’nafh hastur! hastur Father Ward’s trembling fingers typed ‘hastur.’ This produced several images of a spectral figure cloaked in yellow, one of which reclined on a throne made of skulls, and another Wikipedia link. The entry proved vaguer than the others, but no less disturbing. “Hastur,” he whispered. “The Unspeakable One. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Also known as Assautuu, Yastur, H’aztre, or Kazum. Mythical deity said to reside in far off Carcosa, along Lake Hyades. Often associated with gods of pagan and child sacrifice.”

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

“Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.” “Kings of dead universes, crotchety spirits wanting to walk again, the leftovers of an alien race, the memories of physical beings cast aside, some zeitgeist aspect made real, ancient watchers frozen in stone, entities of pure spirit who have never known flesh. Take your pick. Though, I hazard the last is probably what you’ve been describing. What name did you give it?” “Calach.” “That’s a loser. Really fucking bush league. Go big or go home is what I say. You know some big demonic titles, use them. Or try an angelic name, that’ll give you some weird results.”

he admitted, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Jason's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Spill it, dude. Who's the lucky girl?" Damon hesitated for a moment, then decided to share. "Her name's Aqua. She's... different. There's just something about her." "Aqua? Seriously?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that?" "It's unique, just like her," Damon replied, his tone defensive but playful. "She's mysterious, you know? And I can't stop thinking about her."

Rori’s eyes grew wide, and her face lit up with the slight quirk of a smile, “would you also call me Rori instead of Miss...you can even call me Ro or Roro if you like, my other friends do.” The small phantasmic child soared into the air and whirled his otherworldly body around Rori in a show of uncontactable glee before settling back down next to her. “I will do ma best miss, but ’tis hard for a spook to break a habit... hard as breaking our chain” Rori cocked her head and smiled at him. Andy grinned back and tapped his nose. “aye miss...Rori, we specruls can be a vera powerful or vera weak depends on lots of things, but mostly on our connection to the chain.”

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.