What Is Your Werewolf Name Novels & Stories

Mostly, nicknames instead of their real names or ranks. Two names catch my attention. Kane and Wolf. When they ask us to choose names blindly, I wait for my turn. My heart drums in my ears. Secretly, I hope that Kane is not here. I lick my dried up lips and look up when the man standing on my right is taken away after he chooses a master. It’s a game for all these werewolves, I conclude for the nth time. They feel so amused and excited when they drag away someone from here. They know what awaits us and yet no one here feels pity for us.

“Or what?” “Or, we might actually kill you. We might even hunt down your whole pack and kill all of you. How does that sound?” “Like shit.” The man with the crossbow cackles. “Do you have a name, werewolf?” “It’s definitely not werewolf. Riven.” He tilts his head back and raises his chin. “Riven.” What did he think my name would be, Bitey?

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.

Taking a moment, I recollected a passage from the letter… ------------------------------ Little Wolf, That’s what we used to call you, so we didn’t accidentally expose your name before the naming ceremony - little wolf. There’s an adventurer inside of you. It’s inside all of us werewolves. It’s what makes us so well-connected to nature. That’s why we are so curious, and that’s why I know that you’ll go looking for answers despite any wishes against it. With all the information I’ve supplied, albeit it’s not a lot, I know it’s just enough for you to find your way to the village and our pack. I know you’ll make your way there as soon as possible to get answers.

“Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.” “I guess… I didn’t know I was a werewolf until now…” “Your parents were hiding it from you. They’re werewolves too.” “Hey, how do you know? It’s not like they changed in front of you or anything, did they?” “There are other ways of knowing, trust me.” “So, about this mind speak thingy…”

I named him Kael, a name that means ‘mighty warrior,’ suited for a fierce and courageous werewolf. But would he live up to the strength that name implied, or would his mixed blood betray him, turn him into something neither wolf nor human? These thoughts haunted me, lingering even in my dreams. When the ceremony had finally drawn to a close, I decided to speak to my family over breakfast the next morning.

I sat down and crawled into the chair as far in as I possibly could. "How are you, Sarafina?" He asked me as he placed his fist under his chin and looked at me like this was actually normal. I decided to not grace him with an answer, and he could see that because he just cleared his throat, "I know you're very confused, so I'm going to be entirely honest with you. My name's Quentin Wynverston and not only am I the owner of Wynverston Arts and Creativity Museum, but I'm also what you call an Alpha. This is going to sound more than insane, but it's true. I'm a werewolf and so is everyone in my pack."

Someone whom I called my mom wasn’t my mom for all the whole of my life, someone whom I called my dad was just a man helping my real parents out. My name isn’t even the Ava Kings I thought I was named, my name is originally Aurora, Aurora St Claire they said. All the explanation is still confusing and unbelievable. How can I be a werewolf, what does being a werewolf have to do with me locked away from seeing the sun. I remember vividly all things they told me, both of them taking turns in explaining everything to me. *********

At that age, a lot of werewolves made their debut in society and even gained their wolves. I didn't have a wolf, and neither do I have a mate. It seemed like a cruel joke played on me by the goddess. As if I wasn't suffering enough from being an omega and a dejected one at that, I was without the two most important things a werewolf needed to be with. "What's your name?" "Celeste," I answered. "Celeste Ravaryn." "Celeste," "Alpha Keiran," I whispered, bowing lowly.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.