Greek Mythology Wolf Names Novels & Stories

“What? Who names their wolves? I mean, he is obviously you, so I assumed he takes your name” “I do. Her name is Amber, she is not only my wolf but more of my best friend. The moon goddess is an awesome matchmaker” “He is my best friend too, but he’s got no name” “Do you ever wonder what could happen if you didn’t agree on something with your wolf?” I asked him

“Oscar, what’s the name of your wolf?” “Dionysus.” “Fuck, it really is true,” I swore. “Theo and Noah will follow soon. Jacob, who was born first?” “Noah.” “If everything is to be believed, Noah’s wolf will appear in the next 24 hours, and Theo’s after that.” I leaned back in my chair, letting my eyes fall closed. “Noah’s wolf will be Hephaestus, Theo’s will be Hermes.” The room was full of stumped wolves.

I thought for a moment and opened my mouth to speak when her voice filtered into my mind again, stopping me hastily. “Don’t blurt it, Maya… just say it in your mind. I’ll be able to know.” “Oh, sorry!” I gave her an apologetic smile. “How about Truffle?” “What?” Her eyes widened with shock as she growled at me. “You should give me a name that matches my appearance. Imagine meeting Fenrir or Nyx answering to Truffle… I feel embarrassed already.” “Who’s Fenrir or Nyx?” I asked curiously. “Kael’s wolf and Finn’s wolf, respectively.”

Andrews asks. “No, we knew nothing other than his dad had a relationship with the she-wolf and that she died,” I say, making Andrews nod his head. “Aiden’s mom's name was Harmoni, after the daughter Harmonia, of the Greek God Zeus. She was not even a wolf. But half god, as her mother fell in love with a mortal human. Harmoni met and fell in love with Aiden’s father, a wolf, and Alpha. When Harmoni died, her mother was so heartbroken that her father Zeus made her a promise. That her grandson, Aiden, would get a wolf strong enough to withstand any magic but humble enough to accept those who will be above him according to the ranks among wolves.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

And yes, my wolf, which I have had since I was born; finally fucking decided to tell me his name. When I asked Kai, he looked at me oddly and said his beasts made themselves known to him from day one; even Cat knew her wolf’s name. Cat’s wolf is Sable, whereas Kai’s wolf is Gunnar and the Lycan is Loki. What the fuck? I could never imagine having two beasts inside of me, not with the insufferable way my beast acts. /“Careful,”/ he warns. /“Or what?”/ I roll my eyes at his so-called warning.

“You may have noticed the difference in the names our wolves go by. Our research has shown the older the male wolf, the more their name relates to nature. Rocky, Avalanche, Canyon, River. Old female wolf names are the same but floral related. Lavender, Lily, Poppy, Pansy. Those wolves were never meant to be warriors. They were guardians of nature, wild and unharnessed, with a few exceptions. Younger wolf spirits are guards and warriors. Their names lend to their positions. Saint, Ghost, Crusher, Slayer. Our female wolves have names like Justice, Mercy, Faith, Comfort.” “Wraith?” I steeple my fingers under my nose to see if he is familiar with the name. “Wraith?” He looks at me with a furrowe

She is my wolf, and she's kept me safe all these years, so who am I to question it now? “Your wolf’s name means ‘mighty in battle’ and Freya means ‘noble lady’. Your parents and the goddess gave you some strong names, so I have no doubt your wolf will return to you. Also, the name ‘Freya’ is said to be an important goddess within Norse mythology. They say she was the goddess of fertility, love, beauty, gold, and death.” “Really?” Robbie asks. I just give him a blank look. “I did go to college, Robbie.” I snarky reply, and he just rolls his eyes.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

I saw a wolf, but this wolf was unlike any I've ever seen. Its fur was pure white, and it was glowing. Its eyes were like galaxies, swirling with stars and cosmic dust. I stumbled back, my mouth hanging open. "What... who are you?" The celestial wolf tilted its head, regarding me with those impossible eyes. "I am many things, Lyra of the Black Moon Pack. Guardian of knowledge. Keeper of secrets. Some have called me the First Wolf, though that name is not entirely accurate." I swallowed hard, trying to process what I was seeing. "Are you... a god?"