Badass Irish Dog Names Novels & Stories

*Sasha POV** "The Fianna?" Emmett asked confusion crossing his face. "The Fianna or "Na Fianna" in gaelic are very visable in Celtic Gaelic mythology they were a special group of warriors that were depected as wolf men because they were werewolves some say. they are connected to our ancestors the Kings of Ossery in Ireland where our pack origins lay.The Fianna are marked by a Cresent moon birthmark. Their origin stiry varies as alot of Irish mythology was passed done through verbal stories rather then written down. We call them green wolf guardians in our pack. When Danny was revealed as one we assumed Charlie was a green wolf as she never transformed and we suppressed her wolf we never knew

They turned towards her, sniffing the air and then picked up their pace, stopping at her feet and licking her boots with excited yaps. “Ye know these beasts, Lady Isobel?” asked the Duke. “I believe so, Prince James,” she said leaning down to scratch the dogs behind their ears. “If it is the dogs that belong to my friend, the male is Sith-” the dog interrupted with a bark, “and the female Sonas.”

The tail swished like a happy windscreen wiper. “Oh, my gosh! What is she? Or he?” “It’s a female, and she’s a Cavalier King Charles spaniel.” The silky dog got a solid ear scratch before Lizzy planted a kiss on top of her soft head. “I bet Gabe loves her? What’s her name?” Max stepped forward. “She’s not ours, and her name is Ray—we named her that because she’s such a happy ball of energy.” “And because that tail never stops wagging!” Abby added.

he pointed to another place. " The watch can have a pet name only you call him, I can inscribe it beautifully here” he pointed out with a tiny tool. I cracked by head and discovered Damien had no pet name I call him. I sighed and tried to think of one but my head was blank. Madison understood and quickly came to my rescue. She handed me her phone with a list of sweet names I could pick from. Bunny Sugar Baby Mine Honey Dearest My love King of my heart BFG

Gaia sighed, shaking her head and looking to Ashley for support. “Nope,” she replied, popping the “p” for emphasis, as they continued to listen to their mate’s “ideas”. “--- Persephone, Pep for short! And if it’s a boy he’ll be Cerberus! I always liked that name AND, it’s a cool dog,” the alpha continued, pretending to be blissfully unaware of his surroundings. “We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---”

As he stood beside them, glasses in hand, Hank opened his eyes, then shut them again. “He seems to like you.” “I love big dogs,” she said. My father owned a Mastiff when I was a young child. The dog rarely left my side. His name was Buddha.” Gideon laughed. “Interesting name for a dog.” “Oh, he earned that name, believe me.” She took the offered drink. “Thank you.” Her first sip was savored, just like she savored everything in life. “Mmm, Barolo, my favorite.” Hank moaned as if complaining about the interruption. It sounded more like a cross between a growl and a howl.

I rose from my perch and walked over to grab a shirt. "Sure, Castile. I'm free as a bird." As always, thanks for reading! Translations: Iskra (Искра) - Slavic name meaning "spark" Blade - girl/woman Oul battleaxe - cross/angry woman íonachta - Irish for purity

“I know, you’re right. I just hoped that he had some couth of his own.” Roman barked a laugh, draining his cup of expresso before slamming it down on the table. “He’s Irish. Don’t think they’ve ever even heard of the word.” He got to his feet, “This has been…illuminating, but I gotta go. Sonia is having puppies. Sergei called to say she’s gone into labor.” “Aww,” I pouted, “wish I could see that. You’re not gonna sell ‘em are you?” “Nope. Second generation of pit bulls to breed to be loyal to me? No way I’m giving that up.”

“That’s your dog,” I say, my fingers pressed against my temple as the puppy whines in the back seat. The boys fuss over him, fighting over names. “We are going to call him Lucky,” says Alvin. “No. Slug!,” says Ian, laughing. “You are not naming him Slug,” I say, angry, twisting to glare at the boys. “He has to live his whole life with that name.” “If it’s my dog,” Victor says, smirking, “Then why do you care?”

Jake asked. “Yes.” Aeden said trying not to laugh. She thought about her two Neapolitan Mastiff’s. A male and female, Apollo and Artemis, they were both pitch black with wrinkles all over their faces and bodies. They sleep on a huge dog bed at the end of her bed and followed her around the house until it was time to go outside and walk the perimeter with her Team. The new guys didn’t quite understand this yet.