Warlock Names Novels & Stories

Terravyn (TAIR‑ə‑vin) – Earthbound dragons, connected to stone, root, and beast, seen as wise and enduring. Velastra (vuh‑LAS‑trə) – Wind and sky dragons, swift and elusive, believed to hear the voices of fate. Drakarae (drə‑KAR‑ay) – Arcane dragons who focused on magical study over territory. They were secretive, rumored to hoard ancient knowledge. Werewolf Pack Names Hawthorne (HAW-thorn) – The legacy pack, known for producing leaders and warriors, respected and feared across all werewolf lineages.

James continued “I’ll give you a title. How does the Phoenix Dragon sound?” Little Sis nodded profusely, “T-Thank you, sir.” James looked at Wanderer and said, “How does the Wave Dragon sound?” Wanderer smiled awkwardly, “What an old-sounding name, but since the Dragon General personally gave me this title, I’ll keep it.” “Midnight Wind, you’ll be the Midnight Dragon from now on.” “Savage, you’ll be the Barbarian Dragon.” “Grim Reaper, you’ll be the Immortal Dragon.”

Aefstine doesn’t know if he can be a good parent, or a good Dalli, but with Randal’s affection, Syteiner’s guidance, as well as everyone’s help, maybe, the future’s not that bad after all. "What will they name him?" "They were named after the Wolf Gods. Arnoux, Randal, and now, Alarick." "Alarick," Aefstine smiled, and it was hard to smile when you were trying to hold tears back... “Wolf ruler." "Good, good, you are learning."

The warlock took her hand, kissing the top, garnering a growl from my dad. “I always forget how possessive wolves are. My name is Luz. Pleasure to meet you.” The warlock stated, taking a step back. If the warlock hadn’t come so highly recommended by Sarah, a witch that our pack have worked with for years, I am sure my dad would have put him in his place for touching my mom. As it was, I could see my dad seething next to Luz. Anders stepped forward, clearly wanting to get down to business, although the smile across his face told me that he was enjoying the situation. If the situation was reversed and that was Harley on the other end of the kiss, I knew that he would not be very happy.

And the friend who we now call the enemy. Slone. A new warlock.

To cite words and make a particular thing happen had been Hawk’s forte. Warlord’s jaw was ticking, and he was in such a foul mood that men and women alike skittered from his path. Thus, he was astounded when one young mage stepped into his path in the lowest hall of the castle, on the way to the foyer. A strong, redheaded young man, whom rarely spoke. Warlord knew his face. Recalled what his name was. It’d been the knights here that named him. Even when very young, he’d put such a fight with the knights on enough occasions, they’d dubbed him Rampage.

“You may have noticed the difference in the names our wolves go by. Our research has shown the older the male wolf, the more their name relates to nature. Rocky, Avalanche, Canyon, River. Old female wolf names are the same but floral related. Lavender, Lily, Poppy, Pansy. Those wolves were never meant to be warriors. They were guardians of nature, wild and unharnessed, with a few exceptions. Younger wolf spirits are guards and warriors. Their names lend to their positions. Saint, Ghost, Crusher, Slayer. Our female wolves have names like Justice, Mercy, Faith, Comfort.” “Wraith?” I steeple my fingers under my nose to see if he is familiar with the name. “Wraith?” He looks at me with a furrowe

“There’s a group organizing werewolves from all the packs I destroyed. Some want peace. Others want revenge. If I don’t try to reach the ones who want peace, this is going to escalate into war.” “And you think talking to us will prevent that?” The young man from earlier laughed bitterly. “We’re one small pack. What influence do we have?” “More than you think,” Ryker interjected. “The Alliance respects the Clearwater Pack. You’ve rebuilt without seeking revenge, focused on survival instead of retaliation. That carries weight with the moderate faction.” “The moderate faction,” Marta repeated. “And the other faction? The ones who want blood?” “Led primarily by Alpha James of the Red Dawn Pack,”

he began, “then you haven’t seen even half of what he can do.” The room went completely silent. “Varkros is not just evil,” he continued. “He is something far worse. He is a wolf–witch god. A being worshipped by rogue wolves like the nightstalkers… and by witches as well.” I felt a cold chill crawl down my spine. “He has many forms,” he went on. “Many names. Many titles. But in the underworld, there is one name they all know him by—Varkros.” No one moved.

Eva Fenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially.