Spirit Wolf Names Novels & Stories

At the moment I was focusing on something from the surface and it had to do with him deliberating. "You have a spirit wolf too, don't you?" I ask him. He turns his head to look at me and on his face is a look that makes me think I just asked something ridiculous. "Yes, I do," he says, almost mockingly. At least that's how I pictured him saying it. "You never told me his name..." "Because I was waiting for you to ask," he answers swiftly like he has been waiting all his life to be asked such a question. "His name's Voden and I named him that."

A force full of air came out from my mouth and nose in a rush, “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” “Bless you, child,” the woman on the left holding an owl pulled at the glass. “Who are these people, dad?” I looked at him and a tilted head. “They are called The Spirit Wolves of Fate. They can see everything—your past, present, and future. From the left is Merah, next to her is Deliah and finally there’s Cephia. Say hello, son,” he replied with enthusiasm. “We have no time for human subtleties as the sun has recently dipped into the darkness,” Deliah commented.

"But I am real, Shea. I am within you. This cannot be unreal for I have come to finally talk to you after so many years... You just have to open your heart to the endless possibilities." Shea removed her hands from her ears and wandered her eyes. "Are you really my wolf?" "Yes, my dear Shea. I am your wolf spirit." "What's your name again?" "Evergreen." She laughed a little feeling relieved. "What a beautiful name... How long have you been inside me?"

_ Hello, Mate," the she-wolf said into Black's mind. Maska's ears were pressed to his skull. He was wholly intimidated and was unable to formulate a single word. The Alpha looked at her adoringly: "What is your name?" _ Mitexi, Mate," the she-wolf purred. "Mitexi," Black repeated, his heart pounding in his chest. "Like Maska, you also have a First Nations name." The she-wolf closed her eyes to come and rub her muzzle in her Alpha's hands a little more. "If I'm not mistaken, old man..." Black began without taking his eyes off his soul mate. "Mitexi means Sacred Moon, Alpha Black."

Chief Wolfpaw replies as he changes into a werewolf with grey hairs dispersed along his back. Everyday he ages and every day I become more and more concerned. Concerned for his health and well-being. He is my father now, and his wife is my mother. I hardly see, his wife. She has been gone for awhile now. She is from the other clan beyond the St. Maria forest. The Coyote People Clan is the name of their tribe. They are the lesser werewolf tribe, the Wolf People Clan is the superior tribe. Their marriage, the marriage of Chief Wolfpaw and Queen Little Bird, has created peace between the Coyote People Clan and the Wolf People Clan.

He too looked like his father. "Let us call him, Rivera," said Alpha Deucalion. I cried, I knew why he choose that name, because of my pack that no longer exists. I quickly wiped away my tears not wanting to cry anymore. Within our land it was raining too much since two more wolves had my powers and who knows probably Rivera as well. My name is Salem Thorpe and I'm no longer a lone wolf, I'm the happiest wolf, having my own family by my side. The end

"How about if I dump my stuff in with yours. I have a few things I have to take care of. Then I'll come back and do guard duty with Lupo here but from the inside." She tilted her head to look up at him. "Lupo? He has a name?" "I gave him one. Lupo is Italian for wolf. And he should have a name, don't you think?" "Oh. Well. I guess I hadn't thought about it but sure." She ran her hand over the statue's pelt and Mike was sure he could feel that hand on him. "Hello, Lupo. Are you going to protect me while Mike takes care of his business?"

His steel blue eyes held me prisoner, and I found myself not even wanting to look away. “What is his name?” He asked, his eyes finally pulling away from mine and roaming my face as if he was trying to look at every feature and memorize it. “Spirit. His name is Spirit,” I said, a warmth spreading through my chest as I said my wolf's name out loud, and I smiled. Goddess, I love my wolf!

I add Denali, Yukon, Mako, Aspen, Aurora, Luna, Indigo, Sasha, Kyra, Kira, and a few others. I type “wolf names” into the search engine and the second site excites me. The names are dire wolves, the mythological-like dogs, adopted by the Stark children on HBO’s Game of Thrones. I’m a huge GOT fan. The names include: Ghost, Lady, Summer, Nymeria, Shaggy Dog, and Grey Wind. I quickly move my curser to number two on my list and insert Nymeria, Ghost, and Lady. This moves all other names farther down the list of possibilities. I circle Nymeria, as Arya Stark is a favorite character of mine.

But if I defend my pack at the moment, she will question me. 'What a pussy. Can't you tell her the real reason?' My wolf says to me in my head. Ironically, it named itself Rogue. It's as if when we did our wolf naming as part of tradition, Rogue foresaw what was to become of us if we continued living our lives with our mother. 'No I can't, Rogue. She'll guess my true intentions. She's not always dumb. When she wants to use her head, she will. And eventually, she'll get to the center of it all.'