Badass Viking Dog Names Novels & Stories

We've already figured it out, the black wolf was just fulfilling his promise to his alpha. - So, what's his name? - Decided to defuse the situation Chris. - Whom? - pretended to be a fool Fox. - Well, who did my ex go to? Chris continued. - You haven't met. - I repeated again. Zel, his name is Zel. But his name won't do anything for you. - Phoenix! Mikhail and Marun shouted at the same time. - Well, yes. I repeated with a shrug. - And you, in general, what was the last thing you found there?

Before I could look around, 2 dogs ran towards me and my eyes widened. He has one big grey alaskan malamute and one golden retriever. The both of them attacked me with kisses and I giggled seeing them jumping towards me. "What's their name?" "Eden and Morty." Ares answered as he pointed at the dog. Eden is the alaskan malamute and Morty is the golden retriever. "Hey Morty.. and Eden." I said as I hugged them both and when Ares walked towards the kitchen. They followed him.

“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.”

Everyone cheers loudly, welcoming the newest fur member, which startles him. "I still think the name Brody suits him way better than Harvey." Monica twists her mouth to the side as she looks at Harvey, who is busy chewing the coaster. "Nah, Brody sounds like shit." Xavier says and clicks his fingers to gain Harvey's attention, "He is a biker club dog. His name should sound like one." We draw chits to decide Harvey's name, and the name which Daniel suggested won. So, now our new puppy is Harvey Wolves. "Did you hear from anyone?" Walking away from the table where everyone is getting themselves acquainted with Harvey, I ask Ryder.

their leader said again "Oh Riel, cute name" "Thanks Mrs Johnson" "And you are???" Dad asked one of the remaining wolves "I'm Kein" he said, so all the remaining wolves started calling their names one after the other "I'm Kelvin" "I'm Hannah" the only female among them said "I'm Cris" "Liam" and all the remaining wolves called their names "Call me Mr Agent" dad told them. Their leader faced me, wait what's his name again??? Rig or Right or Rief, oh yeah yeah he's Real, oh my!! How can I be so forgetful???

’ ‘And howling and howling,’ Ben assured her. Kerrien was amused. She wondered how Martine had taken that. It must have quite put an end to any expectation she might have had of passionate lovemaking. It wouldn’t have mattered after all, Kerrien thought, if she had been there. Then she realized that she would probably have had the chore of sitting up with the puppy. ‘He’s a setter,’ Jodie said proudly. ‘He’s called Lloyd.’ ‘That’s an unusual name,’ Kerrien said. ‘Who thought of that?’

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

"What about Horus, or Ra?" He curled even more into himself, not responding to either one of those. "Bladur, Thor, Loki." I listed, paying attention to the wolf's responses. I saw him tilt his head, almost as if he was indicating I was on the right track. "What about Ragnar?" Pete piped in, almost distractedly. The wolf-dog instantly perked up. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Ragnar?" I tried it out, and he turned to look at me, responding to the name. "Alright. Ragnar it is!"

I had used every trick in the book, every ounce of pain and persuasion, but they remained stubbornly silent. "How can you be so obstinate?" I demanded, but they remained quiet with their bruised and swollen faces. I was no closer to finding Ivan, the rogue wolf who'd attacked me days ago. I heard he called Ivan and she led the rogues who have been terrorizing the entire pack. One of the rogues had called him by his name after she got shot during the attack and one of my warriors overheard. But here are these godforsaken rogues insisting on not knowing him.

The arrows found their marks, causing the Viedagrons to stagger, their molten blood hissing as it met the cool morning air. On the ground, Ryan, weaving through the chaos, targeted the rogue wolves — their fur matted and eyes wild. With a powerful blend of diplomacy and dominance, he managed to sway many to their cause, turning former foes into allies mid-battle. These wolves, now integrated, added their strength to the ranks, tearing at the Scivons that had been grounded by elven magic.