Cool Wolf Pack Names Novels & Stories

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.

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.

I asked. “Alright.” He asked with a weird smile. “What’s the name of this pack again? I completely forgot.” I say. And he chuckled. “It’s the Gray Moon Pack.” He says. “Okay. So, Beau is the Gray Moon Pack, Tyler is the Blue River Pack, Tristan is the Clear River Pack and Owen is the Hidden Moon pack.” I said. “And you grew up in the Hidden Moon Pack?” He asked. “Yeah.” I say. “Well, it sounds a little pretentious.” He says.

When we get back to where the cars and trucks are, my dad tells us kids to hop into the SUV so we can all talk while on the road. When we all got back in the car, we just sat there in silence for a few minutes. Alice, who is the witch wolf hybrid sighed and said, “OK, so I guess it's up to us to come up with the name of our new pack.”. I looked at her and sighed heavily and said, “I guess so, any ideas?”. Matt looked at me and said, “Don’t look at me, I’ve never been good at names.”. I looked at him, shook my head and said, “You better hope your mate is good at names otherwise your kids are screwed lol.”. Matt glares at me when I say mate, blushes, then shyly says, “Or Kits.”.

Both of those things are just about the worst news we can get–that a human is snooping around in our business, and that one of our own is out there somewhere alone, a high school kid, at that. So, we head out. I’m running through the forest in my wolf form, trying to follow what faint scent is left of Stephen’s essence to track him down. I’ve waited until dark to head out with a team of our biggest, fastest wolves to try to catch his scent because around here, humans–especially hunters–tend to roam around during the day, and we have to avoid being seen, especially me since a giant, ice-white wolf with silver eyes would be a pretty good trophy for somebody’s wall. Or maybe I’d end up as a rug

Anna whispered in disbelief. Beta Marcus nodded. "The Crimson Moon pack, the Steel Claw pack, the Northern Frost pack, the Southern Fire pack, the Eastern Storm pack, the Western Earth pack, the Golden Sun pack, the Silver Star pack, the Blood Fang pack, the Iron Wolf pack, the Stone Bear pack, and the Lightning Strike pack." Austin recognized most of these names - they were some of the most powerful and influential packs in the entire werewolf nation. If they were all united against him... "What exactly are you demanding?" Austin asked.

This is what Aidan told him, “There are four packs of wolves that rule the whole country of North America. The Kalte Augen Pack, Garcia Pack, Jadong Neugdae Pack and the Tacita Mortes Pack…” Throughout the Millennium these packs had made a pact of unity and became powerful standing as one that it had solidified its place in the country. They had made a system in order to be organized and keep themselves safe from human’s prying eyes. The Kalte Augen Pack translating from German as Cold Eyes Pack are descendants of German wolf shifters and distant relatives of the Jadong Neugdae Pack.

One of the villages where alphas and lunas sent out their kids to practice, learn, train, and act according to what their world wants. My father is the current alpha of the northern pack. The ancient name of our pack was Ravenous Pack, but since the great war, they have erased all names. Each pack should be named after the place where our ancestors lived. The southern pack was last known as The Fenris Pack, because the southern part of the realm, was rich in minerals, and fat field good for farming. The western pack was known as The Vulcan Pack, and the eastern pack, was known as The Gravehill pack.

Their leader turned to his men and gave them a signal and as one unit they knelt on one knee, ‘’We the Elite Warriors of the Seida Pack, Do hereby give notice that our trust and loyalty now belong to Alpha Alexis of the Snow Wolf Pack. We are one Alpha Alexis, we are your kinsmen unto death. Long live Alpha Alexis.’ The Warriors cheered loudly and then stood up smacking their fists against their chest plates over their hearts in salute. ‘Thank you, Leader, I am honoured and proud to accept you into the Snow Wolf Pack, please go with my Beta and Commander of my Warriors and he will show you to your new quarters.

"She does have teeth." "More than you'd expect," I reply evenly. Hale steps forward, offering his hand. "Alpha Dominic Hale, Eastern Ridge Pack. It's an honor." I shake it. His grip is firm, respectful. "Thank you for coming." Volkov nods instead of offering her hand. I respect that. Touch means something to wolves. She's not pretending we're friends. "Alpha Sera Volkov. Northern Pine." "Alpha James Cortez." He offers his hand. I take it because refusing would be an insult. His grip lingers half a second too long. "Coastal Watch Pack. And I have to say, the rumors don't do you justice."