Bernese Mountain Dog Names Novels & Stories

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.

They gave the first son to Amarok and the second to Nephele . ' We have to name them . ' Nephele whispered . ' I name the first Adalwolf which means noble wolf . ' he said raising the one in his arms to the heavens . Nephele raised the second and he bawled in protest . ' And the second Admetos, one who cannot be tamed . ' Amarok said again . ' We have five hours to spend with them both not knowing which will be banished . Let us use this time wisely . ' Amarok whispered trying to control the emotions clogging his throat .

She nuzzled his neck, and he did the same and then lightly licked her cheek, making her giggle. “Bea, Duncan, Mac allow me to introduce Damien’s wolf, future Alpha King Ayres, Jyden’s wolf, Beta Apollo, Jazlyn’s wolf, female Gamma Artemis, Koltyn’s wolf, Gamma Kota, and Reign’s wolf, future Alpha Queen Dyanera. Our dad and mom’s wolf are Zeus and Hera. I know what you’re thinking but they have no choice over their names.” Ryott giggled.

he growled. Knowing that Justine was going to become a sobbing wreck I wasn't in a hurry to enter my house and tell her but knew that it had to be done. Shutting my car door I paused momentarily as a thought came to my mind regarding my mate. “Wasn't Blackstone the surname of the old Alpha of the Gray Mountain pack east of us and the stepdad of Veronica?’ I questioned my Lycan. “Yeah, I believe so; why do you ask?” Exhaling deeply, I mumbled, “Because that's my mate's surname, and I am curious if they are related.”

He looked out at the garden, watching Oryn squirt Vinny in the face with the water gun. "We don't need fences," Cyprian decided. "We need dogs." "Dogs?" "Big ones," Cyprian said. "Dobermans. Or maybe wolves. Altair needs a pack." Vespera laughed. "Let's start with a Golden Retriever. We can work our way up to wolves." "Fine," Cyprian conceded. "But I'm naming him 'Killer'." "We'll name him 'Fluffy'," Vespera countered.

"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."

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.

He immediately started licking my face. “What should we name him?” Sienna asked, already scratching behind the puppy’s ears. “We need something strong,” River said. “Something that sounds like a guard dog. Brutus? Thor?” “Those are terrible,” Sienna objected. “What about something farm-related? Shepherd? Ranger?” “Ranger’s not bad—” “What about Clover?” Rain suggested. “Or Barley?” They kept tossing names back and forth while I held the puppy close and felt something warm and messy twist tighter in my chest.

she murmurs, her voice small but happy. I watch as Callum visibly relaxes beside me, his shoulders losing some of their tension. His hand slips from mine, resting on his thigh as he leans a little closer to Nevina. “I... used to have...a dog a lot bigg-er than Little Bear. His name was...chance.” “Really?” Nevina looks up at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What kind of dog?” Callum glances at me, as if gathering strength, before turning back to her. “Germ-German shepherd. They are smart and brave.”

I ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”