Werewolf Clan Names Novels & Stories

Acwulf. She immediately sat up and examined the name's history. As most werewolf clans it originated from Greece and she wondered if that's why her school was called Greece. And thinking about her school made her recall the grey eyed beauty who's existence made her heart flutter. Troy and his last name popped into her mind and she gasped. How in the odds that his last name was Acwulf? Is he a werewolf like it mentioned In the book. A span of memories resurfaced of the grey werewolf that had the same eyes as his. The huge grey wolf that attacked them in the woods and also one particular moment when he told her he was saving the image of her ass so he could fuck himself using it.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

If wolves could blush, she would have. “Since you’re staying,” Morgan leaning up against the back of a sofa with a small bowl of stew in his hands, “we should give you a name. I can’t keep calling you little wolf.” But I like little wolf. “How about Beatrice?” The wolf allowed herself to violently sneeze at the name causing a wide grin to spread across Morgan’s face in amusement. “Alright, then! Not Beatrice. Let’s see…” He paused in thought, “how about Chloe?”

The metal collar was an object with ten big needles, going into the Wolf's skin where the liquid silver running through the needles to the wolf's system and weakens it. She took a step back and turned around. Ethan's words echoing in her mind. The vampires lifted Ethan's cage to the sky. A great army of vampire stood behind Drake and Alexa. "For our lost glory!" Drake yelled a hand up before opening the portal. As the sky cleared, it came with the image of large numbers of werewolves in their battle suit holding weapons. With alpha Williams at the head of the werewolf. Drake smirk. "We're back to it! Dogs versus gods! And we all know who will win." He stretched out his hands and the 45th vam

I guess it was a good thing true mates were rare in our pack, because it hurt less to lose a chosen mate. After the Iron Alpha had gone insane, Dad joined the Conservative Leader of the Allied Wolves, a group of the strongest Alphas that lead the conservative packs. They called themselves CLAW, which is a fucking crap name, but dad and the other assholes thought it was cool. One day I will be part of CLAW, and I’ll be responsible for making sure the packs in our territory are obeying the rules.

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

"Probably to make the spear even more powerful. Great and powerful treasures usually come in threes." Bestowed upon humanity… "Should I be looking for a crown?" He smirked. "Probably. " "Do you think they'll accept it?" "You not actually being a werewolf?" He snorted. "We'll call the pack something else. A Mob." "No." "A coven." "No." "A clan, then?" I scoffed. "Workshop it." I sighed, considering my family. We were a tight-knit group, and we'd been through a lot together. However, the older members of my family were also a proud and traditional group, and they would be resistant to thinking of themselves as anything else.

If this is an ant colony, it is probably a white ant, which is considered a pest and cannot work for the colony. And when other children began showing signs of werewolf powers at the age of ten, Raven showed none. No claws. No fangs. No hunting instinct. No transformation. It was as if werewolf blood did not flow in his body. That's why everyone gave him a nickname. "Cursed Omega!" A nickname he hated. "Hey, Raven!" Someone's voice was heard from behind. Raven turned. Three young men his age walked over laughing.

As Chloe buried her face in algebra, I was left alone as my mind wandered back to my own struggles. My family and one-third of all the families here in Slateville aren't like others. We're werewolves, creatures of legend. We live in Packs and my Pack is called Raven Claw Pack. There are various Packs across the globe but we try to keep our secret from humans that's why we live close to highly forested regions.

The strongest remained at the top, acquiring the best social status and political power within Archview, while the bottom feeders were the laughing stock. There were three clans in total, the Silverdrew clan, the Nightbloom clan, and the Everglade clan. The three clans were all headed by the wolf with the highest social status and purest wolf blood among them all: the Lycan Alpha. But unlike the Alpha, there were werewolves that hadn’t quite unlocked their full wolf at all. It was like they didn’t even have one. They were called Omegas, and that was exactly what Elise was.