Werewolf Male Names Novels & Stories

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

I smirked at his remark, for a second, I forgot us being an Ambrose. “Just reminding you,” I joked. “What brings you here?” a baritone voice from the only werewolf in human form spoke. “Where are your brown friends?” I asked as Rendall and I switch our direction, every werewolf we see is either in black or grey fur. “You know this is not a place to look for a puppy,” he replied. There is something in his voice that makes it frightening, and gloomy. “Where are your kind that has brown furs?” I sharply asked.

Power, thick and undeniable, crackled around him as his wolf came forward. “I claim it because it’s my birthright!” Greg’s mouth parted a flicker of confusion and something almost like fear flashed across his face. “Wha---” “My name is Ryan Christopher David King,” he growled, his voice ringing through the clearing, undeniable in its authority. “Son of Mark and Irene King, King and Queen of the werewolves. And the true heir to the werewolf throne.”

Why won’t his wolf allow him to talk for Christ's sake? “Shut it, Gold.” He said, silencing him. He seldom use his wolf's name which was his middle name. His name was Gabriel Gold Berkeley. As a werewolf, their middle name must be the name that their wolves chose for themselves. His iris turned to gold at that moment for a brief span and then it went back to normal.

“Or they give the men nicknames, so they avoid the mix-up.” I nodded. I’d come up with a nickname for Rocco’s wolf, then, because I was currently much more attached to the wolf than to the deliciously-hot skyscraper of a man. What should I call the wolf, though? Fuzzy? Softy? Something told me the wolf would roll his eyes at those name suggestions. I’d keep thinking about it. I tried to come up with all of the werewolf words I knew. Mate… growl… snarl… bite… snap… alpha…

But even without him responding, I already realized he was not Winston because his black fur has a bit of a blue shade. "No. Woman." "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Woman." I must be still half asleep, as I mistakenly thought that the wolf was introducing his name as "woman." Well, all the members of the main family have names that start with W, so I thought Woman was a name too. The black-furred wolf stomped its feet in frustration. He roared before he spoke to me, yelling. "My name is Wakkin! What kind of male wolf would be named like that?"

“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

Samuel’s voice expressed a mixture of excitement and dread as he strode into the room and announced, “Word has it that an original werewolf has joined with Marcus.” Rowan rested the papers he’d been studying and asked, “Is the source reliable?” Samuel nodded. “I know of only a few originals, both vampire and werewolf in existence today,” Rowan mused. “Did you get a name?” The younger vampire scowled in thought. “I cannot be certain, but I believe the name is Toba or Tova,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. “The name escapes me.”

Werewolf Pack Names Hawthorne (HAW-thorn) – The legacy pack, known for producing leaders and warriors, respected and feared across all werewolf lineages. Runebound (ROON-bound) – A mystic pack steeped in ancient rituals and protective runic magic; known for their seers and shamans. Nightveil (NYT-vayl) – Enigmatic and elusive, they prefer operating in shadows; known for being assassins and spies. Ashfang (ASH-fang) – Born of blood and fire, this aggressive and fiercely loyal pack thrives on combat and dominance. Silverclaw (SIL-ver-klaw) – Honorable and traditional, this old-blood pack guards the ancient laws and enforces the old ways.

He shook his head and said sarcastically “You watch too much tv Davina, it’s affecting your view on reality” “Says the alpha werewolf talking to the warlock/werewolf girl who is one of her kind, as if our lives right now has any resemblance of reality” I countered back mockingly. He gave me a lopsided smile. “I should have a shorter nickname for myself…. What about…. Warwolf? Or werelock?” I asked lightly. “What about we focus on the task at hand… Davina?” he said softly. Yeah… Davina was a better nickname, especially coming from him like that.