Famous Female Werewolf Names Novels & Stories

I nodded and took Jacen's hands to see his Ring which I didn't notice before. " Iam didn't finish you, stupid " she called me harshly. I should have not turned but for that, she's calling me stupid. " Andrian Johnwolf is the first werewolf. He's an alpha. He's been living for 8000 years and like I said he's powerful among other werewolves. The next is Victoria hale and Peter Hale who is the female witch and male witch. I just wanted to tell you cause you need to know the council members."

When I saw her wrists were red because of the bind, I massaged her wrist. “Constantine … I finally can be with you alone. There are so many things I want to say to you ….” “You can start by telling me why you call me Constantine.” “Because it is your name, my lord. Constantine Night, it’s your name. You are a royal werewolf of the Fire Shadow Pack.” “Why can’t I remember that? I have never known the pack.” The woman took a deep breath. “What year is it now?” “2200.”

The witch grinned. "And we can have snacks or cakes, too. She said we could eat as much as we wanted as long as we listened earnestly," Violet continued. "Oh, Mama, did you know that werewolves worship a goddess named Selene? But in other regions, her name is Goddess Kalani." I smiled slightly, whispering the goddess’ name to myself. It was thanks to her that I had come this far. "That's right. She's the one who will give you a wolf on your seventh birthday," I said as I fed her a piece of orange.

Whatever awaited them within the castle's dark walls, they would face it together, determined to succeed where others had failed. Alaric and Tonya were just about to leave the camp when an elder she-wolf, known for her wisdom and knowledge of the pack's history, approached them. Her name was Elder Moira, a respected figure who had seen many leaders come and go. Her presence carried an air of authority, her fur streaked with gray, her eyes keen and insightful.

She seemed to be deliberating her response before voicing it out. "May I ask your name?" she asked as we walked down the walkway. My first impression of her was absolutely inaccurate. Calixta was a healer, not a witch. Gauging people's personalities isn't really my forte, and my werewolf instincts in this area suck. "Aria Summersault." "Summersault," Calixta's tone altered after I said my surname. "Are you familiar with it?" She nodded. My parents were well-known throughout the werewolf's realm during their reign. They were formerly known as the invincible Alpha and Luna, having defeated every enemy and never lost. They have eliminated rogues and slain a thousand opponents. So Calixta may ha

I ask her. "Her middle name was Caterine. Why do you ask?" She asks me. "I would like to name our daughter after her if it is alright with Dante. She was one of the few witches to ever care about the werewolves and she was even a part of this pack in a way. I would like to name my daughter after her to carry on her legacy." I tell her.

Dylan was my partner today, and he definitely helped my nerves cool down while Jules went with Dylan's Beta, Carolina. To say the place was spontaneous was an understandment. It had a sparkling queenbee chandelier with small portraits of men. As we went down the short stairs, we saw a lot of people, mostly Lycans, since my wolve could sense it. This party definitely was one big one. The ladies were dressed to impress. The men were dressed their best despite how nervous they female wolves were. They smiled and mingled with other Alphas and betas. "I guess a lot of these females want to be Queen." Dylan stated with a smirk as he looked around the beautiful place.

"Child, do you know who I am or why I am here?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Umm...that would be a no. I'm sorry I growled, but I really don't like a female touching my mate!" I warned. Skull nuzzled me in an attempt to comfort me as the beautiful woman smiled knowingly at me. She stepped a few steps away from Skull before she spoke again. "My dear, my name is Selene, I am the mother of all werewolves!"

In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as tenuous as a lone wolf's hold on its territory, Thea walked upstairs and stood in front of Master Moore. With a solemn expression, she corrected him, "I’ve changed my name. I’m no longer Isabella; my name is Thea. In the werewolf - centered identity - reclamation and break - from - past, this is her statement."

The shapeshifter's eyebrows rise. "A witch? Now that is unexpected." She then declares before taking a step closer, her form shimmering slightly as if she can't quite decide on a shape. "Then tell me, what is the witch's name?" I exchange a glance with Jason. This could be a test, or a trap. But we've come too far to turn back now. "Mel," I say softly. "Her name is Mel." I repeat myself. Mel is a famous witch among werewolves and beyond. So I silently pray the shapeshifter has heard of her one way or another.