Novel & Cerita What Is Your Werewolf Name

A wolf - a big gray wolf! My mind races as I try to make sense of what I’ve seen. How can all these be possible? He really is Hugh Montemayor of Bonded, the Alpha of the Highvalley Pack! Unable to contain my confusion and curiosity any longer, I finally speak, my voice trembling slightly with nerves. “Anastasia. That’s my name,” I pause to collect myself, before allowing my curiousity and disbelief to glide out of my lips. "So, werewolves do exist, uh?”

she whispered, her voice a thin wire in the dark. "The end of your curiosity, little human," Ronan answered for him. He took a predatory step forward. "I am Alpha Ronan of the Virex. And you? You are the miracle I’ve been hunting for." "She is nothing to you," Zayden growled, his voice dropping into a register that wasn't human. His fingernails began to elongate, sharpening into dark, lethal points. "Leave. Now. Or I’ll finish what your father started ten years ago."

An Alpha from a different pack commented in a low voice. Although he said it like that, werewolves have strong hearing ability and were able to hear it loud and clear. The silver moon pack's beta, delta, and even the elders frowned. Having a wolf less princess is unacceptable, her existence will only ruin the pack's reputation. On the altar, princess Hana was trembling uncontrollably as everyone was looking at her with different eyes from before. While she was panic stricken, a huge figure of a wolf covered her, she couldn't help but feel safe and guarded.

She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't." A full werewolf. Rule number one: do not entertain snide or passive aggressive comments. Biting my tongue, I made sure a smile was still fixed on my face by widening it. I continued, "I would like to know your names." In turns they began introducing themselves. "My name is Alta Scots from the Beastclaw pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda..." On and on they went until a petite redhead and a tall brunette introduced themselves. "My name's Robyn Wolfe from the Segrid pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda," said the tall brunette.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

I immediately glared at Vdius for spouting it like this in front of others because we don't have any plan to tell others about us being mated because it will create trouble for both of us. "Oh, by the way, how should I call you? Queen Aurora, CEO Aurora or Luna?" Again Nathan asked and hearing the last name, I was left little stunned. 'Luna? It still feels so good to hear.' I felt my wolf, Aurum saying since childhood, I loved hearing Luna, and I wanted to become a Luna in the future. In fact, now I can be the Luna of the entire Werewolf land, but the funniest part is, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR VDIUS TO ACCEPT ME.

“What? Who names their wolves? I mean, he is obviously you, so I assumed he takes your name” “I do. Her name is Amber, she is not only my wolf but more of my best friend. The moon goddess is an awesome matchmaker” “He is my best friend too, but he’s got no name” “Do you ever wonder what could happen if you didn’t agree on something with your wolf?” I asked him

I furrowed my brows, suddenly feeling annoyed at my wolf's attitude towards me. 'Okay. I give you that.' I say, resisting the urge to roll my eyes right back at her. 'What's your name?' I ask. 'Selena.' She replies. 'Cool. I'm--" 'Veronyka. I've known since you were born.' She utters my name as though she've said it a million times before. But I guess that's the thing for werewolves. My parents taught me our wolves know us even better than we know ourselves, because they have always been there inside us. Watching.

He asked. I turned to face him, surprised to find him awake. "Oh, I haven't really thought about that. Does she need a name?" I asked, my brow creasing in thought. Roman nodded earnestly before propping himself up on his elbow, and his eyes shone with purpose. "Giving them names means honoring them, instead of just calling them 'my wolf'," he explained. "So what do you call yours?" I inquired, genuinely curious. Roman chuckled, "Raven, because he's dark and black," he answered smugly, as if reminding me of his wolf form.

I shouldn’t have told him that. He nods, says nothing else. If he knows who I am, he’s not letting on. “My name is Luca,” he says, not unkindly. “I’m Alpha Edric’s Beta.” Well lah-di-dah, as if that means anything to me. I don’t know the difference between an alpha, beta, omega, gamma or however all this werewolf stuff works. Another rogue, a young man that escaped his abusive father, tried to explain it to me once, but all I remember is that you can smell the difference. Honestly though, all shifters smell the same to me.