What Is Your Werewolf Name Novels & Stories

“Who are you? Where did you come from and what was that smoke in the woods last night?” He tried to stand but winced in pain. He didn’t have the strength yet. “You sure you don’t really remember me, Greya?” “My name’s Abby, not Greya.” “No, your name is Greya. And you’re a werewolf.”

“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…

“Wolf? That’s the best you can do? I have a name, you know.” Lin felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She knew that all the wolves that dwelt in werewolves had names but have kind of lost track of that because…you know, she had never had a wolf, until now. “I’m sorry,” she replied in a small voice, chuckling shyly. “What should I call you?” “I’m Cara, a silverback werewolf.” “Oh,” she said in response. “A silverback werewolf. Like a silverback gorilla?”

"Come, sit down while I explain." He brings me back over to the divan, and I gingerly sit down upon it. I have to say, no matter how odd this seems, I am embarrassingly delighted to spend a few more seconds staring at his attractive face. However, I try not to reveal it, instead exhibiting a suspicious frown. He takes a big breath, and then says. "My name is Liam, and I am what you would call a werewolf."

Even if I say so, Luna keeps telling me that she wants me to follow in her footsteps. But I played that thing and just told him, "Do you have the same name as your wolf?" His laughter bubbled up, shaking his head saying, "No." He stared at Regina for a moment with his brows knitted as if he was thinking. It's like he's hesitating whether to share with me, whatever he's discovered or not. "His name is Darth, but that's not what I meant and it's no surprise to know what my wolf's name is. Right?"

He did not want to fight in such an unbalanced situation. The werewolf struggled to stand up. With his innocent body, he was still confident enough to look haughty in front of Seth and Chris. The werewolf tilted his head and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Gautier."

She’s even dreaming of something and is now smiling like crazy. “Hmm haha ​​sheriously? You’re a werewolf?! Hmmm… Jax is a werewolf…” she said to her sleep.

I stared in disbelief at the transformed figure before me, my wolf instincts temporarily overshadowed by a mix of surprise and confusion. I took a step back, my growls subsiding, and mustered the words that tumbled from my bewildered mind. "Are you... a vampire?" I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty. The young werewolf, now known as Zack, shook his head emphatically. "No, I'm not a vampire. I'm like you, a werewolf. My name is Zack." Werewolf? The revelation echoed in my mind, colliding with my preconceived notions.

Veronica's POV: He chuckled softly, his eyes holding a glimmer of amusement. "I apologize for alarming you. My name is Gomez." The name echoed in my mind, resonating with the memory of the werewolf's transformation. I couldn't help but scrutinize him, searching for any resemblance between the man before me and the creature that had instilled fear in me just days ago. There was a certain familiarity in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability that contradicted the fierce nature of the werewolf.

“I—I grew up in a small town…where I met Alex. We go to school together. My mother, Jeanine, is an accountant. My father left a few years ago.” “What was his name?” “Richard.” They all look at each other. “Dooo you know him?” “Please continue,” Jeraoul says. “I don’t know what else to tell you.” “May we ask what happened to your Luna…Yln…” Only Rita can’t remember her name. Neither can I. These wolf names are so foreign to me. “Ylfa,” Lenor says. “She and Hrolf were of deep and recent Hungarian blood. She was our queen, as humans would put it,” she says smiling at me. “She was the most lovely and delicate of werewolves.”