Weird Pet Names Novels & Stories

she simply said. "What should I name you?" I looked at it. I looked up some pet names on the internet. "What do you think of raspberry?" I asked Evonne. "Hmmm," she stroked her chin. "Cinnamon?" "Cherry?" "Valentine?" "Blueberry?" I listed out a few names, and I wasn't satisfied. "There could be many raspberries in the world. Whatever I own shouldn't be common," I sighed. "Gia," I sat straight on the bed.

"My fiancé loves my unconventional nature, don't you, sweetie-pie?" Ren looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Sweetie-pie?" "Snuggle-muffin? Cookie-wookums?" Help me out here, I'm new to nauseating pet names. Instead of pulling away as she'd hoped, Ren wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Honeybear seems fitting," he replied smoothly. "Sweet but with hidden claws." Dominique's eye twitched slightly. "Well, the Harringtons were just saying that they found your comments about their family name rather... pointed."

He tapped the glass in his other hand—red wine or blood or something else he wouldn’t let me have—and said, “Not yet, little wolf.” Little wolf. I almost laughed. The pet name was so much worse than my actual name, which he used only when he wanted to remind me of how much lower I was than him. The pets didn’t have names. They had collars and mouths and holes, and sometimes if they were lucky, they had drugs.

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

My unrestrained tendencies persisted, and to my surprise, she seemed to handle them well, perhaps even enjoying them. Recalling the dinner with her parents, I struggled to maintain composure. It struck me that both her father and mother referred to her as Princess, a term I also used, though it felt peculiar. I knew I needed to come up with a more fitting pet name that encapsulated my feelings for her. It didn't take long to realise I had the perfect one—she was my light in the darkness, after all.

I said, then glared at Reid when he tried not to laugh. "Reid!" I said. "Sorry, all right. Well what's his name?" "Mutt, what's your name?" "Wolf." "I know you're a wolf, what's your name?" "Wolf." "And you call me the dumb one. No, I'm not asking what you are, what is your fucking name?" "No, you're the dumb one, I'm answering you idiot. My name is Wolf, W O L F F!... With two f's!"

He immediately started licking my face. “What should we name him?” Sienna asked, already scratching behind the puppy’s ears. “We need something strong,” River said. “Something that sounds like a guard dog. Brutus? Thor?” “Those are terrible,” Sienna objected. “What about something farm-related? Shepherd? Ranger?” “Ranger’s not bad—” “What about Clover?” Rain suggested. “Or Barley?” They kept tossing names back and forth while I held the puppy close and felt something warm and messy twist tighter in my chest.

It turned out they had a great aunt named Gertrude, and she wasn't the nicest person. Jamie was all for the name, though. "I like Gert. She'll be kick-ass like the one in Marvel's Runaways!" "What's that?" Amber asked. "Is it like another Thor movie I missed?" "No!" Jamie was affronted by their ignorance. He pulled up a chair and schooled his sisters on a TV series neither knew existed. "She had a dinosaur for a pet! How freaking cool is that? It doesn't get any more badass than a pet dinosaur!"

“Like Fluffy? Absolutely not. Our pup needs a commanding name. Something that makes people pause. Alpha material.” “You know we don’t even know if the baby’s gonna be an alpha, right?” “Details!” he said, waving it off. “Okay, first up—Ronan Dunham. Powerful, right?” I tilted my head. “Kind of sounds like Roman.” “But this has bite! Ronan Dunham. Strong. Fearless. A warrior’s name.” “It’s not bad.” Levi practically glowed. “Okay, how about Fenrir?” “You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?”

“Patience, Piglet. I’ll give it to you once I’m done. Just keep walking.” The Treasure-hunting Pig huffed. “Who are you calling Piglet? That sounds ridiculous.” “So let’s just call you Peppa Pig then.” “Urgh, that’s such a bad name. Are you brain dead to have come up with a name like that?” The pig demon huffed once more. “Okay then, I’ll give you a unique and impeccable name, Pigsy!” This time, the pig demon stopped talking. It felt that the name was quite suitable for his status, and it sounded rather cool as well. It liked the name a lot since it fit its criteria, a smile plastered across its face as its eyes curved up into a fine line.