Sabertooth Names Novels & Stories

"Well, Andrei, you've certainly given us a unique name to remember. Jaxson with an X, it has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?" ‌ David, who had been relishing the merriment, found himself unable to resist participating in the jest. "I must admit, Andrei, you've established a fresh benchmark for baby names. Why settle for the mundane when you can embrace the extraordinary?" ‌ Sabrina, incapable of concealing her dissent, promptly confronted Andrei regarding the unconventional name he had selected for their son. She regarded him with a blend of astonishment and good-natured amusement, her hands placed firmly on her hips, poised to unleash her volley of inquiries.

Stienn and Ezra growled at him in warning as Kane stiffened beside me,his teeth bared in a snarl. “Sit down and shut up! You will not say another word until I am finished speaking with the girl. That is an order.” I commanded him as I laced it with a heavy dose of Alpha command. He wasn’t nearly strong enough to fight it so immediately he was forced to sit back down and shut his mouth. Satisfied that he couldn’t do anything, I turned to the woman and tried to soothe her. “Please don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm if you have no ill will towards my pack. Now please, will you tell me your names?” “M-my name is Sabine. He is Thomas. I apologize if he offended you Alpha.” She spoke quietly. I w

“I like it.” Luna turned to the elders and his parents. “You can all call me Little Moon.” Sab was quite relieved that the issue was easily resolved. She admired the young woman’s willingness to be called something else. She didn’t insist on being called by her name, which Sab figured most people would not easily agree to. Her lip twitched. Heck, it wasn’t even her actual name but it still made her uncomfortable. Now, she feels bad. Sab met her gaze and was assured by the smile given to her.

In a circular mountain area in the north of Baiman Mountain, there was a hunter tribe called the In-snow Tribe. The tribe was a small one. For a long time, it had been an unknown small force with a population of only a hundred. It had stayed quiet during its people living there for generations. Until three or four years ago, a young hunter with extraordinary perseverance who came from this tribe joined the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It made the tribe famous and brought it unparalleled influence in the whole Snow Province. Everyone knew the name Mad Saber, and the reputation of the In-snow Tribe was widely spread.

I retort to Jericho with a hint of sass in my voice. “Absolutely not, there's no chance,” Jericho chuckles. “By the way, what's your name, sweet pea?” I casually drop my name, saying, “You can call me Sable.” “Hey Sable, it's great to finally meet you! I'm curious, what brings you all the way out here?” Jericho inquires, standing right in front of me. “I quickly dashed away from the New Year's Party where my pack was gathered,” I confessed to Jericho, averting my gaze.

He runs hard and fast and in no time, the rhythmic sounds of his huge paws as they pound on the ground under me feel like soothing music which gradually helps ease my troubled mind. I'm not running alone of course. My friends are close by. In fact, the harder I run, the harder I feel Saber, Eric's wolf breathing down on Kane's neck. Saber is a pain in Kane's neck as Eric is to mine. Jet is his real name actually but I nicknamed him Saber, as in saber-toothed, since he looked exactly like a beast that was brought back from extinction. Lean and muscular with a short shaggy mane like a lion's and a pair of massive elongated and curved bladelike canine teeth that extended from his upper jaw.

All we had to do was be patient, but hotheads like Quin were hopeless. And now Saber was becoming a problem. He, out of all the Elders, was the last one I suspected to lose his calm in this secret war. I heard someone run up to us, and Saber’s twin, Santille, grinned from ear to ear. Out of the two of them, Sanny was the more deranged, though it was admittedly a stiff competition. They weren’t called the Terrible Two for no reason. He giggled cheerfully at the sight of Saber. “You finally returned, big brother! Oh dear, did you lose your head again?”

He elaborated further, “We’re talking now, aren’t we? In the future, we should speak more freely with each other. I mean, we’ve talked a lot about trainings and a few pack issues but our discussions regarding other topics are quite limited.” “I don’t know much about other things.” Sab admitted and she felt lacking. “Don’t I, as well? We can explore one topic at a time. What do you think?” She began to nod, “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” He grinned and began asking about her wolf. “Mine calls himself Marcus. What about yours?” Sab smiled at the new topic. This is easier. “Mine’s called Marina.” They both went silent for a moment. Marcus and Marina, huh?

Cornucopias are supposed to look fancy and rich. “Lemme see.” I handed it over and she gave it a couple of experimental swings. “It’s not a weapon,” I said. “It’s supposed to symbolize, like, abundance and stuff. Maybe once it’s full it’ll be heavy enough to hit someone with. Mister Woodward and Savannah would get mad though.” “It’s pretty cool,” she said generously. “And I don’t go by Isabella anymore. My new name is Sable.” I nodded. She liked to try different names on for size. For three months she’d been Isa. And before that she’d made everyone call her Niriko after her favorite anime character.