Pack Names Novels & Stories

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.

Pinecrest pack – Alpha Averson & Luna Emma Albrook pack – Alpha Xavier & Luna Taylor Crete pack – Alpha Thomas & Luna Ashlynn Plexic pack – Alpha Bronte Silverstone pack – Alpha Anderson All five dealt with me. Two dealt with Gabriel. Two dealt with a few of our people. Luckily out of the few pages of names, those were the only ones that I recognized. I certainly paid attention to each pack that came through and would never forget a single one of them. “This’ll be a blast actually,” I said as I passed the list over to Gabriel.

Aiden's POV As the evening’s gathering wound down and the Alpha king delivered his final speeches, the room erupted in applause. Packs from across the world were acknowledged, but none more than Alpha Ethan’s pack. To my surprise, the Rock Reel Pack of Paris was hailed for their innovation, prosperity, and strength. They were recognized not just as a powerful pack but as the most powerful pack in all of Paris.

Inside of the folder are not porn, but the name list of Holmes pack members. As much as everyone in the packs know, there are only three remaining packs in their area. The Wayne, Holmes, Hendrix and Den. However, Den has many members and they declined teaming up with any of the three clans. The Wayne, Holmes, and Hendrix decided to unite, having three Alphas to guide the packs. Even though they are united, there are still rules within the organizations. Each of the packs have the rights to keep the members of the pack in secret. That means that Chandler and Adam are forbidden to look at Brett’s pack background and vice versa.

Valerie furrowed her brows. What could be going on? Is there something she is supposed to know? Seeing how confused Valerie was, Luella decided to explain things to her. "There are four powerful Packs," she began. "The Fire Pack, the Ice Pack, The Crescent Pack, and the Blackcrown Pack." Valerie nodded. "Okay?" "The Fire Pack is the most feared Pack that ever existed, but..." she paused for a few seconds. "They do not get involved with other Packs."

I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black Red River - Red Moon Peak - Yellow Silver Dawn - Light Grey Blue Rock – Blue!” Everyone is dressed in black sportswear, only the coloured chest vests, and two battle stripes on each cheek, representing their Pack. They look amazing, and I feel proud of all these men and women, even if they are not from my own pack.

He said. I sucked my lower lip in as the thought of my mother crossed my mind. She was Luna but my father made sure she was never known as one. “Nevertheless, I've attended these banquets alot with Luna Diana countless times so I'll guide you.” I blinked as his words drew me out of my thoughts. “Eight packs, Eight Lunas. You should know them all.” He continued walking towards the grasses ,I tried keeping up with him but I just couldn't. “Moonlight pack, The red keep pack, the thageran pack, Cancer Pack, Yakamora Pack, salem, Tyrants, and of course the Alpha's pack.” He continued to mention them and I was left to memorise them all.

The pack is shrinking. We are the last pack. Very long ago, packs used to fill these mountains and forests, but war with humans and sickness wiped most of us out. Now, we survive in hiding, cut off from others, clinging to what we have left. As far as we know, no other packs remain nearby. In some ways, it is better; there is no need to share our women. But it also means we are alone, fighting to keep our bloodline alive as we battle humans. I won’t share Emily, ever. She's my special treasure. I laid her on the bed and closed the door behind me.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

His grin showed that he too remembered the conversation. As she began to eat, Aeylira finished her meal and retrieved a package from a side table, opening it onto the table before Niarthen. The wrapping was woven of a fine grass and was similar to paper in consistency, however patterned rather than smooth. Within the package, on folded cloth, was a pile of seashells, and a smaller bag, which Niarthen reached for immediately.