Sabertooth Names Novels & Stories

“We are pleased to meet you.” Resignedly, I just sat thinking about her amiability. We just met a couple of minutes ago, even though she was amiable to me. I brooded, confusingly. "I, myself, am Sabba, and she is Zahar, my twin sister," said Sabba, grinning. Shaurya stirred on my shoulder at that very moment. Perhaps he would be hungry after all; it was his dinner time. I mulled, comprehending, suddenly. "Aww! He is so cute. Isn't he Zahar?" Sabba proclaimed this to Zahar, watching my brother squeal in his sleep.

He said, referring to our wolves. I nodded in agreement. "What's his name?" This time Adam's wolf grinned and I could see amusement in his Amber eyes. "His name's Faxon." I didn't know if Faxon could also hear me, but all the same, I introduced myself, "it's nice to meet you, Faxon. I'm Abby and my wolf is Salem." We rubbed our heads against each other affectionately once again, basking in our new forms before Adam suggested that we should get back to the house.

He stood behind me, being very alert. "Who would like to begin." I said as I remained expressionless and cold. Several of the dozen men looked at each other as if they were choosing a tribute to my wrath. How pathetic. I wasn't going to gut someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Sabre finally spoke. That is a ridiculous name indeed.

He added. They both knew that whoever made this was an idiot. “Peter R. Giovanni R. and Mason R. I think I've heard these names somewhere before.” Said Sabrina, abruptly standing up from the couch, taking out her phone. She had an idea on whom those names belong to, but she wanted confirmation. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock,” Said Shawn sarcastically. “You're aware that these names are pretty typical and are probably everywhere, though, right?” He added, sitting back on the couch looking at the procrastinating blonde.

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

I stared at her beautiful face and body and smiled, reaching out for her cheek, caressing it for a while. "I decided to name my wolf Simba. You know. You named yours Nala. Since we are mates might as well we match the name of our wolves." Mei's POV His way of showing his caringness was too cute. He knew I loved watching lion king as a child and named my wolf after my favourite character.

I said,and Sabre purred in my head, agreeing to all I was saying. I rubbed her, bringing my face closer to hers. “Sabre wants to connect with you. Can you let him do that?” I asked. Sabre had told me that he tried to connect with her the first day we saw her in the woods, but she had blocked him out. Sabre was just as eager to talk to her now as he was then. “You might not believe me, but Sabre is better than me. He’s different, in fact, he’s the reasonable one between the both of us.”