Sabertooth Names Novels & Stories

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 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?

Brielle walked over and asked, “James, you’re back. What’s the matter? Why are there waves of Sword Energy?” James said indifferently, “As soon as I arrived at the entrance to Labhranns’ Residence, I was blocked by a living being. He seemed to be a living being of the Fallen Angel Clan. His name was Sabrathan or something. He was getting on my nerves, so I destroyed him with a strike of my blade.” James retold the events nonchalantly.

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?”

Sabertooth grumbled. "You sure you're up for a beating?" Howard shot back, eyebrow raised. "Hehe, you know how I am, sir. If I don't blow off steam every three days, I start going crazy," Sabertooth said, scratching his head. "Why not spar with Phoenix and Carbonemys?" Howard suggested. "Phoenix is out of my league, and Carbonemys? That guy's too slick to ever square off with me," Sabertooth complained, smacking his lips.

By doing so, he created multiple police forces throughout the country. Each town has a Grey Howler Police Department, even Ironclaw and Sabrebite. In Ironclaw they call it the Grey Howlers of Ironclaw, aka GHIPD or IPD. In Sabrebite we call it Grey Howlers of Sabrebite, aka GHSPD or SPD.

"What’s that folder?" Her brow furrowed. The file was named Evidence. Before she could speak, I double-clicked. Rows of folders spilled open, each labeled with a woman’s name. Abbie-SWP. Adalyn-APP. Alison-KP… The list kept going. My pulse quickened. Then one name stopped me cold. Isabel-SBP. My stomach flipped. Isabel from SteelBite. I scrolled further. My hand shook when I saw it: Lydia-RMP. Lydia. Silverwood Pack.

Listed on the pyramid organization structure were pseudo names I wasn't familiar with. Encrypted on the uppermost part was the name SEROBIA. The sheet contained a hierarchy of the headman with the subsequent levels beneath him. Taking the top spot was someone named Elam and the two just below him were Gizem and Rune. The ones beneath had similar patterns of names. In the middle portion were: Grevho Gatlin, Grevho Arsto, Grevho Faron, Grevho Shazam, and Grevho Wora. The names on the base were Serdent Sybil, Serdent Huntley. Serdent Delano, Serdent Enoch, and Serdent Eustace. Who could be the people behind these names and where will I find them?

Khai’s surname and even his nickname are not written on the back of his jersey, only number. I hadn’t noticed that before. He is the only one who is wearing a no name jersey. “But the one who is after him is also handsome. That... Sab. His name is Sab. He’s handsome.” She giggled. The one who is after Khai? It was Von. As I expected, Sab turns around and faces them. Good luck girls. “Hey!” I heard her called the girls who are talking behind us. “Yes?” “My name is Sabrina. Sab for short.” She introduced herself to them.

She had known before it could even be hidden from me. I folded the letter carefully along its original creases. I put it in the front pocket of the notebook, in the space I had left there without knowing I was leaving a space. "What did she name me?" I said. Sable told me. It was not a long name. Two syllables, old language from the Southern Reaches tradition, from a time before the pack classification system existed and people were named for what they were rather than what rank they had been assigned. Sable said it meant, roughly, the thing that cannot be contained by the space it is given. Not a translation exactly—the concept did not map cleanly—but close enough. A name that described a q