Alpha Werewolf Names Novels & Stories

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

I shouldn’t have told him that. He nods, says nothing else. If he knows who I am, he’s not letting on. “My name is Luca,” he says, not unkindly. “I’m Alpha Edric’s Beta.” Well lah-di-dah, as if that means anything to me. I don’t know the difference between an alpha, beta, omega, gamma or however all this werewolf stuff works. Another rogue, a young man that escaped his abusive father, tried to explain it to me once, but all I remember is that you can smell the difference. Honestly though, all shifters smell the same to me.

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

“Fine, but just to town” “No problem, I am happy to help” I throw my bag in the trunk and climb in. “What’s your name handsome?” “Alpha Damien” “You are an Alpha?” “Yes, what shall I call you?” A lot of Rogues change their names to hide their identity from their packs, so I was expecting something stupid. “Aria” It wasn’t some random name, it was actually quite a popular she-wolf name. She keeps her eyes on the road, digging her manicured hand into a bag of sweets. She wasn’t how I expected her.

Prologue Ava “Daughter, I believe you are special. Your wolf is crystal white, like in ancient times,” my father says, reaching out a hand to me. It’s like his mantra. He says it every time. Ava Hansley is my name. I am a descendant of the renowned and revered Blood Red Pack of werewolves. My parents, Richard and Kerah Hansley, are our pack’s Alpha and Luna. My wolf is a unique breed from the ancient clan of werewolves. They are thought to be rarer than actual Alphas because of the high price you pay to achieve this status and the responsibilities that come with having a white wolf.

She queried. Logan recognized her immediately. "Yes, that's her… Mona," he muttered and finally smiled. He tried to take the picture but the lady withdrew it before he could get to it. He groaned and the color thing with his eyes happened again, luckily she didn't notice it. "First of all, you can't have the picture, secondly… her name isn't Mona, it's Orla… so she clearly lied to you about that," she informed him. For some reason, Alpha Logan was not surprised to find out. He knew werewolves were always careful with their choice of names, it had to relate to their ancestral lineage.

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I’m not letting him take my mother. Ramon moves to stand in front of her, snarling viciously. Masuzyo’s wolf, I think his name is Alrik, chuffs, like he thinks my snarl is funny. I may not have the deep voice of a mature wolf yet, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have the heart of an Alpha.

But as our eyes met, a silent agreement passed between us - we had come too far to retreat now. Summoning all the courage we possessed, I took a step forward, prepared to face the consequences of uncovering the truth. "Tell us then," I challenged, my voice steadier than I felt. "Who are you, and what do you want from us?" The werewolf's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with a mix of knowledge and anticipation. "I am Aric, the Alpha of this pack. And you, my friends, hold the key to unlocking the secrets that bind our fates together."

“Adolf? No. The only Adolf I know is my brother’s wolf.” “Wolf?” He nods his head. “Yeah, my brother Ares’ wolf is named Adolf. My wolf is Luka, and Atlas’ wolf is named Roul.” I step back, stunned. Adolf, I mean Ares, never told me that he had brothers, nor that they were identical triplets. He told me his name was Adolf, but that seems to be his wolf’s name. Why did he keep that information from me? Why did he lie about his name?