Alpha Male Wolf Names Male Novels & Stories

They made sure to stay in the shadows so the sun wouldn't singe their skin. The large wolf with black glossy fur and eyes as silver as the moon growled lowly at Dimitri and Ambrosia. A ginger colored wolf only slightly smaller than the black stood ready to attack. The last wolf was gray with black tufts of fur. I deduced that the three wolves were Alpha, Beta, and Delta. All male.

“Like Fluffy? Absolutely not. Our pup needs a commanding name. Something that makes people pause. Alpha material.” “You know we don’t even know if the baby’s gonna be an alpha, right?” “Details!” he said, waving it off. “Okay, first up—Ronan Dunham. Powerful, right?” I tilted my head. “Kind of sounds like Roman.” “But this has bite! Ronan Dunham. Strong. Fearless. A warrior’s name.” “It’s not bad.” Levi practically glowed. “Okay, how about Fenrir?” “You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?”

My Wolf was finally waking up and she was just as upset as me. "D-d-drink?" I asked again, desperate to be away from them. "Maddox Mason," he said, offering his hand. My wolf whined louder, almost deafening. She did not want to be around him. Maddox Mason, Alpha of the Moutain Ridge pack, the biggest pack in our region. He was almost royalty and if you believed the Omegas who were tittering about him this morning in the packhouse a fierce warrior and single to boot. Everyone one of them yearned to be his mate. As if the Moon Goddess would pair an Alpha as powerful as Maddox Mason with an Omega. He'll be paired with the daughter of a powerful Luna.

My heart pounded. And then… “Scared?” A voice asked in my mind, but it wasn’t Alba’s. “No. We’re waiting for you to stop your prank and show yourself,” Alba said sharply. “Here I am.” From the shadows, a massive black wolf emerged, Alpha Rhett’s wolf. “Alpha, it is nice to meet you. I am Alba,” my wolf greeted. “I am Rhys,” he replied. So that was his name, Rhys. His wolf.

I could feel her anxiety as she met my hard gaze with her wide eyes. Nobody knows my wolf's name except for me. They call him Invictus, Death Claws but that's not his real name. Only I know what is he called. Usually, alphas don't reveal their wolves' names as revealing them can make us susceptible to evil magics. The seasoned witches only need a name to cast a spell on. It's not a law but a necessary precaution.

Their strengths included; superhuman strength, speed, nocturnal vision, ultrasonic hearing, rapid healing, and an enhanced sense of smell. I turned the page and found a lengthy journal entry that was titled, The hierarchy of the werewolves. Alpha: An Alpha Werewolf is the leader of a pack of werewolves. He is the strongest, most powerful and by far the most lethal variety of Werewolf. Alpha's are said to possess great power. Luna: The Alphas mate is called the Luna, she is the queen of the pack. Respected greatly by all the other wolves and is treated like their mother for guidance and council.

As long as children and warriors are fed with lies and false history to their own believed-to-be-right perspectives, rivalry and conflict remain alive until everyone lives up to fighting and killing each other. “Handa! Marcha!” the beta, Marcus, growled and shifted into his hazel wolf. Leading the army was the largest wolf among them all. The Alpha. His fur differs the murkiest among them. It is black that slowly shades sangria red as it reaches the ends. I won’t deny, that he looks audaciously intimidating in that stance. This Alderhaw is, undeniably, the Alpha of this pack. “Stop staring at me,” emerged a voice in my head.

he asks as his eyes sparkle with happiness. “Thanks, but I still don't know who you are,” I said trying to shut out his flattering compliments. “Yeah, sorry for my manner, my name is Jason, and I am the alpha of the green moon pack,” he said stretching his hand for a handshake and I shook him lightly “So you are an alpha,” I asked, telling myself no wonder he looks arrogant. Most alphas are known to be arrogant anyway, except my Alexander “Yeah, I guess so, but don't get your hopes up just yet, we are a small pack of about two hundred wolves”

* He snorted. Technically, I knew he was right since I understood where he was coming from. Alexakis was the name my parents had given to me... in my wolf form. So, if the name was to belong to either of us legally, it would be my wolf. That got me annoyed again, seeing as I didn't even have a name because of them. *A true leader is always ready to sacrifice even himself just to save one member of his subordinates.* My wolf told me. I sighed, knowing that he was right. But that still doesn't lessen the hurt I felt from knowing that these people didn't blink an eyelid just to let me go.

REFLECTO NAMESYX means reflection on the Namesyx Lake… masculine darkness… first reproduce, second protect, third prolong, fourth light. That makes no sense at all. 'Got it.' The Alpha jumped off the steps, dashed forward, pushed the previous scroll aside and opened the one in his hand. He unscrolled for a longer page this time before his finger shot out at another passage. 'What do you mean Rum?' Those blue eyes lifted at me in puzzlement. 'What do I mean what?' 'What you just translated. Are they all about the first werewolf?' He nodded. 'I think they describe him. He's like the reflection of the Namesyx Lake, a male wolf that resembles the darkness. His duty is to—.'