Romans & histoires 10th Kingdom Wolf

In the year 2021, Every Wolf in the kingdom of Katula had ranks starting from Alphas, the Betas, and Gammas down to the omegas. In most cases, the omegas were considered the lowest in rank but in the kingdom of Katula, there was something lower than an Omega. They were called the Rankless wolves. Wolves without no rank. They can either shift or communicate with their wolves. They were just wolves to be with no rank and because of this, they were used as nothing but slaves. Not different from humans because they had no wolf.

"You-" "Let's see if we can find a motel," I interrupted her, already walking forward. I glanced around cautiously, expecting some alarm to blare or some sort of signal to alert the townspeople of our presence, but nothing happened; it was like walking through a town you grew up in; no one even spared us a glance. I didn't let my guard down, though; we were in some unidentified town in our territory that was attacked some hours ago. The werewolf community was a complex one. There were only four kingdoms in each country; each kingdom has its own territory, and under that territory, there are small packs scattered around, the location of the castle being the main pack. Like a country with stat

"I don't understand." "Well, the Goddess created the Lycan wolves first. Each kingdom possessed its own magic and inhabited the four corners of the world," Jacob explained, gesturing toward the symbols. "The Northern kingdom was gifted with the ability to manipulate water; they are known as snow wolves. The Eastern kingdom had the power to shift into fire, which is why they are called fire wolves." My eyes widened. "The Southern kingdom," Jacob continued. "Could move the earth." "Earth wolves?" I muttered, and Jacob shook his head.

That was not an answer. I swallowed. “Where?” A brief pause. “In my territory.” My fingers tightened in the sheets. If he is the king indeed like the white lady called him, then he is the king ruling all warewolf. That means am in his kingdom. His territory. Not just an alpha’s land. A king’s. My breathing grew shallow, as panicked settled in my nerves. If Alpha are that ruthless then how will a whole king behave, did I just land my self in another hell. Fear grip me for the unknown.

“So strong‑willed… like your mother.” “Shut up! What do you know? Don’t you compare me to her!” Grimm squeezes my hand, calming me. After an unbearable silence, the King finally speaks. “Let me show you the truth.” He snaps his fingers, and a storm of crows bursts toward Grimm and me. They strike too fast for us to react, then the world dissolves. We are pulled into a vision. The Raven Wolf King lies beneath a towering oak, his back pressed to the trunk, eyes closed, breaths ragged. Blood drains from the gaping wound in his chest. The battlefield around him is riddled with the fallen—men, wolves, and ravens alike.

My eyes darted up the stairs and I watched as Emmett stood dressed handsomely in a red suit. " As the Alpha of the Central Territory, I threw this party so that I could welcome back the Wolf King and his mate. I hope that not just them but the entire werewolf race will be fruitful and reach greater heights. Let's raise our glasses and cheers. Long live the werewolves. Long live the Wolf King." Emmett said, and the others did the same thing, making me stunned.

The room turned toward him as Valir spread his arms dramatically. "Grey Stormborn." Laughter immediately rippled through several sections. Grey remained seated. Expressionless. Valir continued. "The last heir of the once-glorious wolf kingdom." More laughter. "The kingdom whose wolves can barely shift anymore." A few nobles smirked. Others whispered behind their hands. Grey's pulse pounded. Marcus shifted beside him as if warning Grey. Patience. Marcus seemed to say without words. Not here. Not now. Valir's grin only sharpened. "Tell me, King Grey." The king's voice carried effortlessly through the chamber. "How fares your kingdom these days?"

And with that I slept off. ************************************************************************************* 200 years ago, there were 13 werewolf packs in our kingdom of Lycanthropy. In all these packs, they had up to 6 clans which ranged from Alphas, Betas and gammas but exactly no Omega. Not even a single one. This was a rare phenomenon because other werewolf kingdoms had a handful of omegas, which were weak and couldn’t fight or defend themselves.

“These aren’t your husbands, they’re the way that we teach all the wolves a lesson, reminding them of their place. The Soon to be king of the Lords is a toy for pleasure purposes, when the Soon to be king of the Alphas is a servant to aid your diplomacy. But then, this murder could well be seen as a declaration of war…” I waved my hands in sudden agitation. “Hold up, one dead body couldn’t possibly spark—” “Three dead bodies,” Isabella corrected me coldly, and our looks met. “I held back at my sister’s murder, as well as her husband’s, ten years ago because the wolves’ three kings signed a treaty that promised not a single further murder. Now my sister’s daughter returns, and…” She broke off

Tom wore a long robe trimmed in gold and silver while Rex wore a nicely cut suit. They reached the front of the room and the cheering quieted as Tom began to speak. “Long has the werewolf kingdom been fractured from civil war,” Tom said, his eyes glossy with unshed tears and pride as he looked at them. “After today, no more. The rings, please.”