Wolf Pack Names Novels & Stories

He didn’t make it. When the rogues realized they were going to lose, they ran away, leaving behind a mess for us to clean up after them. They left their injured members as well and we took advantage of that by learning the name of that pack. It was called the Victor pack named after its alpha. And it made sense really. Our packs are called by the name of the place we live in like La Crosse and Otis, but when you don’t really belong anywhere, you can only name it after yourself.

I immediately look away when I heard Eleonor started talking. I told myself never to get near that guy ever. It's better to avoid that him. He tried to kill me. No one knows what he will do next time. "Children of the Moonlit Pack, your generation will continue the might of our wolf tribe. The right for the seat of power will fall only to the victor. May the the bloodline of the Spirit Wolf awaken in you." "Goddess of the moon bless our warriors!" "Goddess of the moon bless our warriors!"

“Then where do we look next?” Silence. Luka spoke. His voice was hesitant, but steady. “There’s only one place that might have what you’re looking for.” Selene and Theoden turned to him in unison. Luka’s gaze flickered between them. “The oldest pack still in existence,” he said. “The Silvercrest Pack.” Selene’s stomach clenched. She had heard of them. Everyone had. The Silvercrest wolves were untouched by war. Untouched by the world. They were the keepers of history, the guardians of secrets no one else dared to protect. If there were answers to be found, they would be there.

I liked my fieldwork and time away too much. The wolf gene was prominent in the hills next to the Adirondacks. The recessive trait occasionally found its mate, ensuring the survival of our species. Only a few members of the next generation were lucky enough to find the other half of their soul. Thankfully, our Alpha was one of them, securing the stability of the pack.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

'Yes, Celia. I am your wolf. We can talk to each other now.' My wolf said. 'What's your name?' I asked. 'The Moon Goddess is cruel.' 'So you don't like questions either.' I thought. 'What is your name?' I asked again. 'The Moon Goddess gave me no name. She is cruel.' My wolf growled. 'Her words to me when I asked my name were 'You're special. You'll find your name when the time comes.'

He tore away a chunk of synthetic muscle, exposing the glowing blue ligaments that confirmed Silas was no natural wolf. On the rooftops, the Silver Moon pack followed their Alpha’s lead. They were smaller than the Iron Claw's heavy-duty soldiers, but they were smarter. They used the environment, jumping from rafters to walls, using the "Pack Bond" to communicate silently. Vane led a group of three, circling a manufactured giant. The Iron Claw wolf was stronger, but he was slow, his programming unable to handle the multi-directional assault of three natural wolves working in perfect harmony.

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

"You keep saying 'we,' like you're speaking for all of them." *I am the eldest of what remains,* the wolf said. *In the old tongue, my name would mean little to you now. Your ancestors called me Vasha.* "Vasha," Aurora repeated. "Okay. Vasha, if he comes back — and it sounds like everyone agrees he will — what happens then? You said the army needs more time to finish waking."