The Unspoken Name Novels & Stories

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

With a few quick taps, she typed in his full name into the search bar: Elliott Remington. Her heart nearly stopped at the results. Countless articles, images, and news reports flooded the screen. Elliott Remington The Nation’s Youngest Billionaire, CEO of the Remington Empire. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she clicked on an article. The heir of the Remington family, one of the most powerful families in the nation. His name was everywhere, his face splashed across magazine covers, business websites, and event features. Ruthless, Cold and unapproachable business man. Those were the words often associated with him. And yet, she had waltzed into his life, drunk, and proposed marriage.

I lamented with a sigh. Noah frowned and retorted, "After everything you've experienced, you still don't believe in the supernatural?" I fell silent. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. When he looked back at me, his expression was somewhat strained. "What's wrong?" I asked, frowning slightly. He chose his words carefully as he said, "After you told me about Ramona, I asked a friend to keep an eye on the cafeteria owner." "And?" "He's dead," Noah said flatly. "Before he died, he claimed to have seen his mother, who used to run the cafeteria years ago."

The name left my mouth before I realized I’d shaped it—quiet, hoarse, almost uncertain in its escape. A whisper half-breathed, not demanded. A name I had spoken a hundred times without thinking, but now it burned against my tongue like a question I hadn’t meant to ask. “Ingrid…”

Alicia asked, placing a hand on his, and with a soft exhale his gaze dropped to the hand. He shook his head, placing a hand over his mouth while shaking his head in refusal. “No, I'll keep it to myself as I've always done.” “And you know, everywhere I go, I always remember why my shitty step dad calls me the unconsidered,” a bittersweet giggle escaped his lips as he placed the bottle on the table. “Yeah,” he raised his gaze towards the ceiling with a sly smile. “That has always been my name…‘The unconsidered’ and surprisingly, it suits me.”

The couple at the end of the aisle laughed again, the sound of it brittle and far away. Tharien left without buying anything. Outside, rain slicked the sidewalk into a mirror. Neon signs bled color into puddles. He pulled his hood lower and walked until the heat behind his sternum thinned into a tight, controlled ache. Names as beacons, he thought. The city had learned how to speak her. --- In the sanctuary, the rule was simple. Don’t speak bonded names. Rafael said it without ceremony, the way you state gravity or weather. “Names carry resonance,” he told them, voice low so it didn’t travel. “When you speak the name of the one you’re bound to, the bond answers. That answer can be heard.”

All the people present stared in shock and disbelief, while Troy's face turned pale, drained of color, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. "What did you say?" His voice trembled. Mogan began pacing back and forth, while I went back to sit on my seat and watch the drama unfold before I could pass my final judgment. "The poison that was added to the tea is called Nameless," Mogan disclosed, and paused, his gaze swaying around to see everyone gulping, their faces pale with fear, because of how ominous and chilling the name was. "Nameless?" Alpha Jeiel exclaimed, with widened eyes.

The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, leaving both Mel and Ethan grappling to gather their thoughts. Mel's thoughts wandered aimlessly, a web of unanswered questions spinning in her mind. Why had Ethan called her "Melanie" in his drunken state? Was it a simple slip of the tongue, a mispronunciation caused by his intoxication? Or did it carry a deeper significance that she couldn't quite grasp? The mention of that name had stirred something within her, a faint echo of the past.

Then he spoke again. “His name is Snow.” The ripple that moved through the hall was immediate, visceral. Surprise flashed across older faces; confusion creased younger brows. A few stifled murmurs rose, barely audible, quickly hushed by those around them. Someone near the back drew in a sharp breath. Another shifted their weight, leather creaking. But no one spoke aloud. Snow. Not a name drawn from the old sagas, no Storm, no Iron, no Bloodfang. Not a name that promised war or glory or dominion. Just… Snow.

Not controlled enough to hide anymore. The lantern light flickered against her expression as thunder rolled again beyond the trees. Finally, very softly, Voss said: “We don’t have a name for it.” A pause. “We only have what it does.” The cold seemed to sharpen around the clearing itself. Then Voss looked directly at Haven. “It unmakes bonds.”