Greek Mythology Wolf Names Novels & Stories

the voice cooed again. “It’s nice to see you Alphas’, another sugary voice chuckled. “I am Katya, Zarek’s wolf, Kai’s mate.” “I am Anya- Talon and his wolf, Leo’s mate.” “I am Lucan’s wolf, Max’s mate- Mia !” “I am Tyra, Corwin’s wolf, Oscar’s mate.” “And lastly,” the sweetest voice of all said, “My name is Rose. I am Zoe’s true wolf and Victor’s wolf, Roger’s mate.”

“What is your name?” He was silent for a long moment. Like he was deciding whether to trust me. Whether I deserved the truth. Finally, he spoke. “Kade Blackwood.” My blood turned to ice. Blackwood. The pack that was slaughtered six months ago. Every wolf was murdered in a single night. The massacre that made rogues everywhere hunted on sight. I was hiding the wolf everyone wanted dead. And my father was right outside.

“Or they give the men nicknames, so they avoid the mix-up.” I nodded. I’d come up with a nickname for Rocco’s wolf, then, because I was currently much more attached to the wolf than to the deliciously-hot skyscraper of a man. What should I call the wolf, though? Fuzzy? Softy? Something told me the wolf would roll his eyes at those name suggestions. I’d keep thinking about it. I tried to come up with all of the werewolf words I knew. Mate… growl… snarl… bite… snap… alpha…

Luna “Lu…” I start NO! She shouts in my head. Do not speak it yet. Speak it on your birth moon. “Wh—” I start to ask, but I notice a pair of eyes glowing behind her. Without thinking. I shriek, “WATCH OUT!” I grab her, making her duck from a massive all black wolf. It quickly recovers and turns to face both of us. I am surprised by his blue eyes as he jumps at us. Growling a deep and low MATE.

I've neither heard of nor seen a grey wolf! There are black wolves which are the Alphas. And then there are other coloured wolves from shades of brown or hybrids of colours. There are white wolves who were granted some healing power, but a grey wolf? I've never known it'd be possible... maybe I am special! Gosh! Who am I even kidding? A special Omega, that's unheard of! 'Hera.' my wolf whispers and something in me perks up at the mention of the name because I've heard that name before!

I sat on the couch in the tiny living room and asked my wolf if she had a name besides Luna and she told me of course. "My name is Aisha and I'm one of the moon goddesses' children. She grew concerned with what the humans found and feared that her children were going to be harmed so I was gifted to you due to your caring nature. I felt violated and didn't see how any of this was a gift since I've experienced nothing but tragedy. "Do you know Jordan's wolf's name and Griffin's?" Aisha laughed within my mind and told me Jordan's mighty wolf is called Erebus and Griffin's is just plain Cyrus." I laughed because it was obvious that she was more interested in Jordan.

Listens only to the gamma, beta, luna and alpha. Runts: The wolf less or demoted wolves. The servants of the pack. The lowest in the pack. Forced to do whatever anyone above them tells them too. Rouges: Wolves without a pack. When a wolf goes too long without a pack, they turn vicious. The Legend of Luna Dynamis One day a She-wolf will come forth Beside her true mate, she will hold tremendous power She will be the one known as Luna Dynamis unable to be commanded

I ask her just as the beast himself knocks his brother out of the way and sticks his cold nose in my neck, eliciting a yelp from me. “Phoenix.” Adira breathes. “They’re both magnificent!” “Yes they are.” I agree then relay the appellations to Mason who barks out a laugh. And I guess it is kind of funny but I think it’s fitting that the Goddess gave their wolves names that represent the other half of themselves.

Greek myths had fascinated me last year, but I didn't recall this story. Professor Bergins continues, "Legends says that Lycaon angered Zeus when he served him the remains of a sacrificed boy. Enraged, Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves." Melanie raised her hand. Her pale cheeks turning pink. "What about Ancient Egypt and the werewolves?" "Loser," a guy whispers, then said louder. "Everyone knows there were no wolves in Egypt, they were jackals."

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.