Badass Viking Dog Names Novels & Stories

She walks back to me and sits on the ground beside me. I ask, "What is your wolf's name?" She answered, "Saige." I smiled, "A beautiful name for a beautiful wolf, who belongs to a beautiful woman." She laughs, "That was a mouthful, but thank you. I love your dragon too. What is his name?" I replied, "Rex. He's been waiting a long time for you. We both have." She lowered her eyes, "I was convinced that I didn't even have a mate. I knew there would be no wolf strong enough to be my mate. My visions can get... intense. I can do some really crazy stuff if I don't have a notebook or sketch pad with me. I just never thought that a dragon would be able to be my mate."

The dogs kept on looking at Jai and he couldn’t stay calm from their gaze. “Um, hi?” Jai greeted them. But they didn’t even flinch. The little girl giggled beside him and started pointing one by one to the dogs around them. “All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.”

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

“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?”

Lyric Pria’s Beta, a surly looking man called Emile (formerly Aemilius, as he told me) is behind the wheel. He’s taking turns with Haldor’s Beta Silja, to drive. I find it interesting that the viking wolves never felt the need to change their names, but everyone else did. “What was your ancient name?” I ask Noah. Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something.

After an unsuccessful day of calls to almost everyone in her whole town, Atzi sat and contemplated the Husky's new name. She was at a loss for words when it came to a good pet nameas he was her very first one to have. She eventually settled with the name Demon because of the mean look he was currently giving her from rattling off various names. Motus only gave a disgruntled grunting huff as her name choice.

I could see out of the corner of my eye Kyle was looking at the human boy while shaking, so I knew his wolf was trying to come out. I turned around and faced the boy, he had a disgusting seductive smile on his face. He had jet black hair, forest green eyes and a nice body but he wasn't my type and plus he was an assh*le."Did you like touching my ass, baby?" I asked with my best seductive look. I walked towards him and put my hands on his chest, he smirked down at me.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

They were once warm but now they were as cold as ice. Jacob brought home a large camel colour puppy. He had a black snout. He was a cross breed. A Saint Bernard mixed with a Pitbull but he looked like a boerboel. He was very shy and scared. He sat at the corner of the lounge with his head down. Theu pondered names for a while before he was named, Broccoli. The next morning the land lady called Jacob, " I don't want to see your dog outside". Jacob just nodded. There was no words. This once kind lady turned into a witch overnight.

“What is better then Martha?” "Scarlett,” I said without thinking with my chin up. “She would be bold, fierce, world-owning.” He winced, hands on my hips. “Stripper name, Sophie. Our kid’s not twirling poles.” I shoved him, laughing, cheeks hot. "Fuck off,” I retorted, as I asked my head for more names “Luna, Bella, Daisy—”“ Dog names,” he cut in, with a smirk on his face, pulling me close. “Labradoodle vibes."