Badass Irish Dog Names Novels & Stories

A thought pops in my head and I search for moon names since wolves are connected to the moon. With that, I speed read through another million names, but this time I feel like I'm getting closer to a name. I save a few names to read out loud for later. Finally, I have a few names that seem like the wolf would like them. "Astennu. Rakesh. Io. Badru. Aibek. Aku. Koray. Hang," he gives me his full attention with a small howl and I reread a few names back.

"Isn't it called Blackie?" With a natural expression, he replied, "Its name has always been Corrado. It's also written as so on its dog ownership certificate. We used to live overseas, so I changed its name to something simpler. Isn't that right, Corrado?" Corrado wagged its tail as if saying, 'This is the first time I'm learning that my name was registered as Corrado on my dog ownership certificate!' Meanwhile, Kater was acting as fierce as a wolf. Feeling very guilty, Hilda pretended to be scared. "That dog looks so scary. Has it been vaccinated against rabies? I.. I'm a little scared."

"MY PUPPY!" She ran over and scooped him up and told him how cute he was as she rubbed his furry little belly. The old hellhound looked at me and I could see the smirk in his eyes. The most dangerous creature ever created, acting like a puppy for my innocent wife, was both hilarious and yet somehow terrifying at the same time. "Chastity, your puppy's name is Cerberus. This isn't how he really looks, but how he'll look unless there is danger. When he tells you to do something, you do it."

“Now that alpha leadership is established, fess up. What’s the girl name for?” Shelby rolls her eyes with a smile. “When I was young my mother bought a purebred standard poodle and named her Daisy.” Her voice lowers. “She was the sweetest and smartest puppy on the planet. As she grew it became evident she wasn’t the perfect purebred dog my parents paid for. When they questioned the seller, he admitted his female may have come into contact with their German shepherd. My parents gave Daisy back and received a full refund. It devastated me. Two years ago, I saw an advertisement for shepadoodle puppies and decided to check them out. The only one who looked like my Daisy was this monster.” She re

- Speicer, Spanky, grab them– Madox's loud voice echoed throughout the courtyard followed by the barking of two dogs and the squealing of two girls. -I seriously don't know how you named your dogs those names. Shame on you for shouting it all the time– Dominic walked past them carrying a tray to the picnic table they were setting up in the chalet. -I don't want to hear that from you that you wanted to name them Baner and Flapi- complained Madox coming down the steps and receiving what his two huge and playful Golden Retrievers brought with them.

“Real excited.” By the time Dad hops on, joking and carrying on, I’m just sitting there smiling, shaking my head. These two… and those damn Great Danes like they are their human children. After we finally hang up, I let out a breath. Maverick grinning. “Man… your family is something else. What's the names of your brother dogs again?” “You ain’t lying,” I say. “Names are Thorn and Kane.” He laughs again. “Those are not dog names.”

I watched him in awe, as it wasn’t an everyday routine where you see the strongest alpha in the werewolf world massaging his mate’s feet like it was his responsibility. My heart overflowed with love, my soul resonating with the feeling. After a beat of comfortable silence, I spoke. “Osiris.” “Hm?” “I have been thinking of our pups' names.” He raised his head. “I have thought about them too.” I raised my brow. “Really?” He answered confidently. “If they're boys, Alexander and Henry. And if they're girls, Isabella and Selene.” My jaw dropped. “You sound like you have prepared a government document instead of baby names.”

No wonder this place gets so much attention, she thought. As she waited she contemplated the names of the two businesses. The name of the restaurant, Taigh-oèsda, was actually "the pub" or "hotel" in gaelic. The name of the casino, Madadh-Allaidh Saobhaidh, was "wolf den". She thought about Cullen's eyes and the growling. She didn't really know how to take it all. She was smart enough to make the movie world guess and jump to really insane conclusions. But she just couldn't force that thought into her head. At the same time, she thought, I wouldn't have ever believed that there were druids until I'd had to run away from their creepy culty "circle."

“You know, dogs can smell cancer and other ailments.” “Toby has two dogs…” “Really? What breed?” English Mastiff and Irish Wolfhound. Those are really large dogs. Isn’t that crazy?!!” “I know, right?” “How does he manage them?” “Manage? They go everywhere with him.” “Even on set?” “Yep. They have passports too.” Rory blinked as he found it all weird and amusing. “Their names are Dagger and Chaos.” Rory blinked and laughed, a laugh so contagious that Christy laughed too.

Kye says and I can tell the others know nothing about it. "Who's Diablo?" Wren asks. "Red. My uncle's other dog that's not as sweet as Axel. He doesn't like people at all but he's a good sniffer," Kye says. The last time I saw Red, also known as old Diablo, was two years ago when Kye's uncle had lost one of his cows at his farm. Someone had stolen it and the look on Red's face when he spotted the thief and whatever he did to that man made me understand why they nicknamed him "Diablo", Spanish for "Devil". The dog is ruthless, Kye always says the dog is a psycho but he's perfectly normal if you ask me, kind of. He's a black pitbull that rarely wags its tail. Red eyes, pointy ears and a rude f