Werewolf Names From Movies Novels & Stories

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

“If anything, I think she’s a great fit for you because you can learn a lot from her about our world.” Again, I nodded. “Right, I supposed this settles it then. You know where to find me.” June smiled, but I didn’t miss the concern shadowing her features. I knew she’s worried about the whole Luca incident and what all this would mean for me. Luca—whose full name turned out to be Lucian—was a rogue wolf, outcasted by his own kind. When you’re outcasted, your powers get stripped, and you can’t get in touch with the spiritual realm or with the huntress. Somehow he managed to bypass it, and here we were.

“Zeev, please –” “Zane is a werewolf!” Those words froze Tyr, and he robotically turned his head to Zeev. “What?”

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Many of the wolves before us looked highly confused, so Angelo decided to step up. “Good morning to you all! My name is Angelo Del Gadio and most of you know me as the Werewolf Prince. We don’t have much time to explain anything to you right now, but we do need your cooperation if we all hope to live,” he announced. The murmuring died down and Angelo looked to Hayden encouragingly.

We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?” He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield. A flying deer???

"I'm sorry, but I believe you're walking in a dream. I’ve never seen a huge Werewolf in my life because I used to live nearby." Perhaps she is correct; if the Werewolf had been here, she would have seen it. My dreams are becoming so vivid and real that I'm having trouble picturing them. "Thank you for helping me." "Can you tell me your name?" I inquired, my gaze drawn to her light brown eyes. "My name is Amethyst," she said, flashing a gorgeous smile that made me feel entranced.

I say my emotions starting to get the best of me I'm so near shifting to my wolf form. "Seth," she growls, her eyes still glued on the wolves ahead of us. "Get out of my way, you're messing with the wrong bitch," Moira growls at them. "Moira, Moira, Moira..." a guy says coming out from behind the wolves, they all bowed their heads and moved out of his way. "You," Moira growls at him, "What's the meaning of this Jace? We're too old for tag games aren't we?" Moira says she knows the guy?

Never heard of this nickname since I came to the Blue Sea pack. This nickname didn't give me a very good impression but I didn't really care, there were a lot of people and werewolves who like to have nicknames and sometimes nicknames that didn't look like their own. Compared to this nickname, the maid's reaction made me more concerned. After all, there was something special about the werewolf with this nickname that made the maid so happy. From her eyes and facial expression, I guessed she didn't know that werewolf but admired him a lot.

I asked. “Yeah. 12 000.” Jackson says. “And I was told 36 000 humans.” I say. “This is out of control already.” He says. We had people doing research all day that day until we finally came up with a name that seemed to come up a lot. A name of a vampire that we suspected might be in charge. And I stared at the name. "What is it?" Jackson asked. "Carter Wilson." I say. "He's a werewolf." Jackson says.