Spooky Names Novels & Stories

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.

They didn't add that the pack and nest were evil in the news, though. Oh, and if you're wondering, I do go to school. My name is David walker. My last name was fake. Of course, it's after Allice. And in the supernatural world, they don't know my name. They call me Xavier, the Black death. And if they knew, I wouldn't have been in school. In their eyes, I'm just a typical teenager that doesn't have a single clue about supernatural creatures.

world peace among the different supernatural races since our family reigns three of the most dominant ones-- the Werewolves, the Northern Witches, and the Vampires. I, Blair Claudette Kendall Cavanaugh-Sperova… oh, I know it's such a very long name, and I wouldn't give a fudge to write it all on a piece of paper. Then add up Winsley on my legal married name, and damn, this is already intense madness. However, I love it more than anything. But not as much as I love my Pryce.

Jason looked genuinely puzzled. Avoiding his gaze, Liora explained, "We don't do that. We call male ghosts 'dark souls' and female ones 'phantom queens'. And guess what? You've got yourself a phantom queen right beside you. Looks about 20, long hair, and, oh, bleeding from the wrists." Jason's face went through a sudden transformation. "Seriously, Liora? Are we playing games now?" Liora rolled her eyes, sizing up Jason like he was the slowest kid in class. "Fine, let me break it down. Why do you go visit your dead relatives' graves?"

Like the lady was some sort of an ice queen and have the power enough to scare men. "My name's Blanche." The little girl approached and all eyes went on her. "Your name is Blanche?" The man without gloves whispered in the air in shocking horror. "Yes, you didn't ask me. So I'm telling now." "Blanche? As in that daughter?" The other man stuttered and almost choked his saliva inquired. The little girl nodded, innocently, wondering why they reacted like that, but that was short-lived, when they both whispered to each other, "She's the killer."

I said, to Leia who was resting her head on my chest. “Okay, so here it fucking goes. List number one are the normal fucking names, like. Nova, Cara, Aria and Aurora.” “They’re all cute names. What about the not normal list?” I said, very curious how strange these names would be. “Okay, these are all inspired by fucking movies or games. So Rayne, Willow, Rey, Ripley, Aeryn, Elora and Allana.” I laughed, “is it wrong that I like the movie names better? So which one is your favorite?”

"My name means death?!" Ava sat up, confused. "W-what? That's nonsense... What kind of site did you use to search?" "It's AI." "AI sometimes malfunctions... Check another one." Morticia scoffed and searched again. "It's the same thing, Mom. My name means death? Oh God, I'm doomed!" "Calm down, okay... Just be cool. You have other names." "Everyone has been calling me death," Morticia pouted, her face contorting in shock.

They hold hands around the circle. “Hear her name and heed her call! Aurora Eos Ceres! Hear us!” Asteria calls. “Her wolf, an extension of herself. Hear her name and heed her call! Arrina Cyra Theia! Hear us! Our names now spoken, so shall they be heard!” Lighting cracks in the distance, illuminating the meadow outside of the circle. Spirits of all types seem to lurk in the darkness outside of the safety of our circle. The apparitions circled around us seem to shield us from the other things lurking in the darkness.

Young children. How was I supposed to call for help? The energetic kids soon searched the entire place but found nothing. Before long, they turned to me again. “Miss Cambria, there’s no password written anywhere!” “I think I know! Is it ‘Open Sesame’?” “Haha, it can’t be that easy. But I know the password—my mom said it once when she was watching TV.” “Wow, really? What is it?” The lively Tommy Spark lifted his chin proudly, grinning as he announced, “Of course I know! The password is: Sweet potato, sweet potato, I’m a potato!”

The spirits whisper, "Devil's Backbone, Devil's Backbone, untimely." Sunny starts panicking as the room gets colder. The mirror then starts to shake on top of the fireplace, and she screams in terror. The spirits' whispers grow louder and more menacing, echoing through the room. Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.