Mythical Wolves Names Novels & Stories

He let out a half-laugh, then groaned. “Legendary huh?” Part of me felt like I should know who or what he was talking about, but I didn’t. “Crescent Wolf. The most feared and sought-after wolf that was said to have been blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.” Still, I didn’t know what he was talking about. I have never heard of such a wolf. Although it kind of made sense considering the way I grew up. I hadn’t exactly been privy to certain information, and it wasn’t like anyone ever really talked to me about things.

"What's your wolf's name?" “Hex,” Hawthorne answers automatically, his hazel eyes glowing bright green. “My wolf’s name is Hex.” Of course it is. A witchy wolf for a hybrid pup. “And does Hex have an opinion about this?" Hawthorne's eyes close as he communicates with his wolf. "No. He doesn't want to go rogue, but he doesn't trust you, alpha."

He turned a few pages and read on: In the mythological representations of many peoples, the wolf is a symbol of the leader of the military squad, and the squad itself is a wolf pack. In the plot from Monomakh's Teachings, the Polovtsy “lick themselves like Voltzi standing” Khan Bonyak on the eve of the battle with the Hungarians howls like a wolf. After making a few more notes, Conrod put the book aside and picked up another Legends and Facts of Old Times. He opened the Lycanthropy section:

The grey wolf gave a passing glance to the Alpha who was busy meeting a couple of his other potential mates. "I'm sure he won't mind" the grey wolf voice was as smooth as silk, "Only one wolf becomes the Luna and there are plenty of you to go around. My name is Hound." He reached out his hand I took it knowing that humoring this wolf was a bad idea. Always polite. "Enchanted." I said in the manner of an unenchanted person, "My name is Elma."

"You named your wolf Star?" Something in her tone made me pause. "Yes. Why?" Luna Mara and Alpha Logan exchanged another one of those loaded glances that made my stomach knot. "Because," Alpha Logan said carefully, "the Graystone royal line has carried the same wolf name for generations. Their wolves are always named after celestial bodies. Your mother's wolf was Luna, your father's Sol, and your brother's was Comet." "I never told her that," Uncle Mateo whispered, his face pale. "I never mentioned the naming tradition."

“Tell me about the northern wolves. The ones you mentioned before.” His mouth curved into something between awe and reverence. “The great wolves of the North were not just legends, Sophie. They were said to be the first, direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. Blessed with power beyond imagining. Stronger, faster, bound to the elements. They were wolves of power.” “Elements?” I asked softly. “Fire. Ice. Earth. Air,” he explained. “Each line carried a blessing. The King's wolf shimmers with fire. Yours… well.” His eyes lingered on me, pride flickering there. “Ice. Rare. Very rare. And powerful.”

- 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 do have a question, Amelia said. Sure, you can ask me anything. I said Amelia smiled at this and asked, what is your wolf's name? I smiled back at Amelia and said, my wolf's name is Artemis. Her name means the goddess of the hunt and moon. And she has been my best friend since I was 13 years old. That is quite young to get your wolf. Amelia said.

I tilted my head and looked up to her, and shook my head. "What is your wolf's name, mommy?" I asked her. "Her name is Aurora. I named her after a cartoon I enjoyed." My Mother said and smiled as she turned towards me and leaned against her elbow. "Then I'll name my wolf L-Liya!" I declared and giggled. "That is not how you say-" "Liya, Mommy! Liya! Liya! Liya!" I demanded and looked at my Mother as I pointed a finger towards her, "My wolf is going to be as beautiful as yours."

Crystal growls but I continue. “What's her name anyways?" I've been dying to know. Usually, a wolf's name is based off of the person's character and also the wolf's personality. Astro means Star. I wonder how that murderous bastard came about with that. Judging by Crystal’s personality, her wolf should probably be ‘Daisy’ or ‘ Rose's or ‘ Candy’? I don't know, something sweet and a bit fragile but that wolf's scent doesn't always depict that. She's a strong one and could easily be a menace if Crystal will let her.