Warrior Cat Names Taken Literally Novels & Stories

I could feel her anxiety as she met my hard gaze with her wide eyes. Nobody knows my wolf's name except for me. They call him Invictus, Death Claws but that's not his real name. Only I know what is he called. Usually, alphas don't reveal their wolves' names as revealing them can make us susceptible to evil magics. The seasoned witches only need a name to cast a spell on. It's not a law but a necessary precaution.

And yes, my wolf, which I have had since I was born; finally fucking decided to tell me his name. When I asked Kai, he looked at me oddly and said his beasts made themselves known to him from day one; even Cat knew her wolf’s name. Cat’s wolf is Sable, whereas Kai’s wolf is Gunnar and the Lycan is Loki. What the fuck? I could never imagine having two beasts inside of me, not with the insufferable way my beast acts. /“Careful,”/ he warns. /“Or what?”/ I roll my eyes at his so-called warning.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

Even darker compared to Vanta-black. It`s colour was so dark that the light from my hunting rifle is not reflecting from its fur. “You aren’t allowed to spare their lives, human child.” The misfortune cat told me. “You must take at least one of their life.” Then, it sits on the ground, staring at the Cithaeron lions. “Spare? This child intends to spare their lives?” The Fenrir wolf asks the misfortune cat. “Watch your attitude, nya.” The misfortune cat told Fenrir. “Is this how you were supposed to talk to me, nya?”

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

I would rather be called an Alpha if Dominic and I end up mated in the future—that’s if the Moon Goddess pairs us as each other’s second chance. For the next hour, the two of us enjoy the silence the office has to offer, chipping away at the cheesecake. Today, we are discussing which wolves are ready to become Hunters- and Trackers-in-training. We refer to these wolves as HITs and TITs, and honestly, I hated these nicknames. Since I begin training these wolves, both Hunters and Trackers have been training together, sharing their knowledge and working towards becoming stronger with new skills. It is why we have been debating on a new name for our wolves—Warriors. Dominic and Christian kept th

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

Any demon that stepped through that line would feel it like a blade to the throat. “This will be known,” he said at last, “as the ‘Venom Claw Fae Kingdom.’” A title that carried both their worlds. The warriors answered with a low, unified roar, the sound threading through the trees and echoing off the rock. The mountain had a new name. And it had death claws. ****

‘All the participants who took part in the warrior training and selection were those who trained their wolves with those generals. ‘Then Gamma and Delta screened them very strictly. That’s why our warrior wolves are so strong.’ My wolf grinned widely. ‘I’m so proud that they earned the nickname of the iron warrior, describing how great they are. I smiled in satisfaction. My ancestors were geniuses who found the formula to create warrior wolves with terrifying power. Even though many packs adopt our way of creating mighty warriors, they would never be able to compete with us. I glanced at my bleeding right arm. A wolf warrior accidentally scratched me.

The cat growled and lunged at him again, teeth bared, but the warrior stepped aside with fluid precision. “Woah! I think that cat’s overdue for a nap.” He said with a chuckle, glancing towards Lyra and motioning to the attacking animal. The wild cat flailed, its sharp teeth gnashing at his wrist, but he didn’t flinch. With a grunt, he swung the creature to the side with a force that sent it tumbling into the wet grass. The wild cat’s body flickered like a mirage for a moment, but it recovered quickly, spinning around and launching itself at the warrior once more, its body a blur of twisted motion.