Russian Pet Names Novels & Stories

He said the words that he normally used whenever he wanted to speak with them directly. "Your presence is needed." No sooner as the words left his lips, the atmosphere within them changed. The loud sound from River made him open his eyes. Surrounding them were the four large heads of his wolves. Their heads were the only thing that came out, their body wasn't seen. "Are these your wolves?" River asked as she couldn't believe her eyes. "Yes, the one on green fur is called Green, the one on fire is called Fire, the one on dark fur is called Dark and the one of the white fur is called Ice." Royal introduced them to her. "And this is River."

She got up and checked the puppies herself. "You got two boys? Awww." Danielle said and I chuckled. "I picked the chunky ones." I said and she rolled her eyes. She hugged the both of them. "Let's have dinner and go to the pet&co. We have to buy them beds, dog foods, toys and.. hmmm.. what else?" I kissed her cheek as I grabbed one from her. "Calm down.." "Look at him!" "You should pick a name for them?" I said. "Hmmm.. I want it to be a cute name. I want to name them Tater and Tots because they look like potatoes." She said.

But he didn't let his guard down yet. "Ty chertovski upryamyy, doll," he hissed roughly in Russian. (You're fucking stubborn, doll). "Razdrazhayushchiy malen'kiy glupyy." (Annoyingly a little stupid.) He took a step closer to her. She stepped back. He smirked and tilted his head mockingly.

The guard stood beside the gazebo, silently scanning the surroundings. “Maura, can I ask you something?” I said, genuinely curious. “Well, go ahead.” “Why is he called Grey? Is that actually his name?” Maura burst out laughing, while Grey himself somehow managed to look even sterner. “Everyone got used to calling him that because his wolf is grey. His real name is Sergey. That’s just how it stuck.” I smiled. “And who gave him that nickname?” “Who else? Our Alpha, of course. If he gives someone a nickname, it stays for life.”

I pointed to the still open entrance of his tent and the feral beast let out a low growl. "Well, I think you have your answer," he all but laughed at me. I resisted the urge to stomp my foot like an incensed child and stormed out of his tent before I made an even bigger fool of myself in front of him. Oooh Belikov, what have you been hiding? A few introductions this chapter: first is a peek at our newest OC, Daisy! She's a bit of a saucy bitch ;). Secondly, it took me a while (and way more research than I intended) to come up with a period-appropriate nickname for our favorite Rus warrior, since Comrades weren't around just yet. So here we get our first look at Rose's new nickname for him:

She was sure she would catch some cat hair by the time she went back home but thought it was worth it. “That one on the right is a female, her name is Polina and the one on the left is a male, I named him Pavel, after my late grandfather.” She started petting them as well and found herself laughing and smiling the whole time. The cats were very spoilt and they loved rolling themselves on the floor while sweetly meowing with their paws out in the air.

After an unsuccessful day of calls to almost everyone in her whole town, Atzi sat and contemplated the Husky's new name. She was at a loss for words when it came to a good pet nameas he was her very first one to have. She eventually settled with the name Demon because of the mean look he was currently giving her from rattling off various names. Motus only gave a disgruntled grunting huff as her name choice.

He asked. I turned to face him, surprised to find him awake. "Oh, I haven't really thought about that. Does she need a name?" I asked, my brow creasing in thought. Roman nodded earnestly before propping himself up on his elbow, and his eyes shone with purpose. "Giving them names means honoring them, instead of just calling them 'my wolf'," he explained. "So what do you call yours?" I inquired, genuinely curious. Roman chuckled, "Raven, because he's dark and black," he answered smugly, as if reminding me of his wolf form.

"I think I'll stay with him though for now. He's my sweet maker after all... and I like sitting with him." "Oh I forgot to tell you what her name was, we like to call her Snow but her name is Snezhinka which is is Snowflake in Russian." Kinglsey explained. That's so pretty... I looked towards him and then smiled, nuzzling my head against Lyle's chest. "I like that...." "She can speak Russian too," Aurelio told us. "Especially when she's mad." Milo laughed and then sat up a little in my lap, purring as he adjusted himself.

she turned her head to her little puppy and smile more. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you, come here." And she picked him up and then placed him on her lap. He instantly lied on there and closed his eyes while wagging his tail. "What should I name you?" she was continuously petting him softly. "How about Kira? From Kingston and Raliya." "Arf!" his response was a bit harsh and even let out an unimpressed noise. "I'm sorry, it's too feminine for you, well, how about Raki?" There he wagged his tail and even turned around.