Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

“You are not our Alpha.” “But I am your king.” “You’re nothing to us.” “You’re in my kingdom…that makes you my subjects whether you like it or not.” I need to get the fuck out of here before Edric sees me. He is bristling with rage. “Your Alpha’s dead,” he snarls. “He laboured under the opinion that I’d just hand my child over to him. He was wrong.” “Deimos is one of us,” the smaller wolf says. “We lay claim to him. He belongs to us.”

Over the years they had found that others were looking for the King and no one could be trusted. The 25 warriors were ready to fight and were waiting for word from the scout that was sent out 20 minutes ago. When they got the mind link, they all headed towards the stream, where the scout said they would find him. What they didn’t expect was a snow-white wolf with big green eyes protecting who they knew without a doubt was their King. They watched as she attacked a rogue. They knew he was a rogue with the deformities he had. The wolves that turned on their own King 100 years ago, were all cursed so that all the living packs would know that their forefather were traitors.

Idris did not believe it. Andrius did not answer his question, and Severus made a motion with his hand. “Wolf King!” The soldiers cried out with as much respect and enthusiasm as they could. “Wolf King!” “Wolf King!” “Wolf King!” Their roars resounded through the sky, powerful and fierce. As for Idris... It was at that moment that he felt complete despair. It turned out that Andrius was the Wolf King of the Lycantroops in the west.

“What kind of legends?” In front of everyone, the wolf who has been leading the others approached Isabel and gently nudged his head on her hand. Her excitement went through the roof and she was tempted to hug him. She lightly squealed to contain her emotions. “According to legends, they’re of the royals. They’re the only ones who can command them. They haven’t been seen since the last royal died and the throne sat empty. Others say they’re from the moon goddess herself.” Someone snorted, “Hasn’t it been almost a century since the last werewolf king died?”

A red carpet was leading to the throne of the king. "Are they clans of furious fighters? My gaze was inspecting the beautiful curves over the walls, roof. Was it handmade? Machine Made or they worked it with their magic?" I asked. Mary squeezed my arm. I clamped my mouth shut. I was feeling like a little kid who was told not to make any noise. " Only werewolves are the clan of furious and brave fighters on the earth. " Silver said. She was holding her fury but it was visible through her icy cutting gaze.

He knew it was merely a passing fancy, it was a bit overwhelming for a passing fancy though considering that he wasn't even attracted to men in the first place. He was still very young at twenty-four because werewolves were tougher than the average human, they also aged slowly and lived for far longer. He was free to enjoy his youth. The gates parted one by one for his car to pass by, guards standing at attention while the King drove in. He strode straight to his rooms, maybe if he locked himself in, he could escape his great aunt for the night. No such luck because she appeared at the top of the stairs just as he started up them.

My father insisted that a meeting should be held each year to discuss how things would be shared among all packs and strengthen our alliances… something Thomas has always failed to do by himself. The meeting was held in a large hall filled with leaders from other kingdoms. They all had serious looks. The king began as he cleared his throat. “We are here to strengthen our alliances and work for peace.” The other kings turned to each other as they murmured among themselves, some glanced at me with a disdainful look. I wasn't moved by any of it. We live in a system where only Alpha wolves are the kings, not even the Luna is considered important outside her kingdom.

"Maku yabo ga dana kuma mãtãta. Zai girma ya zama babban m sarki, daya braver fiye da ko da ni ne. Zai yi sarauta mulkokin zuwa yanzu da kuma m, ya mamaye cikin garũruwa zuwa gabas da yamma da kuma kudu ... shi Wolf Kambori. Kuma ni Raye-Raye Da Wolves, sarki cewa bayar da ɗana, nan gaba, Sarkin, da wannan ƙasa, tare da wannan ikon. (Toast to my son and my wife. He will grow up to be a valiant king, one braver than even I am. He will rule kingdoms far and wide, he dominates the lands to the east and the west and the south... he is Wolf Claw. And I am Dances With Wolves, the king that provided my son, future king, with this land, with this power.)

I can’t help but experiment on it a bit more. I can count the number of times she spoke with me, but I know that she cares for me a lot. Perhaps, me being unable to shift since turning seven was a bigger factor for us than I can ever imagine. I’m already 17 and have not yet shifted, but I have long come to terms about it. I’m just worried about my wolf. ‘I’m surprised, I can feel her excitement, though restrained, but I can still feel it, hmm?’ ‘However, why did this strange wolf try to cover my presence? He thought I would not notice, huh?’ But, I’m actually curious about him. Who is he? Only a selected few can manipulate mana spirit energy handed from the goddess Luna.

ALINA The werewolf assembly accepted the terms after Elder Marta advocated for them. “This is actually more fitting,” she told them. “The Wolf Slayer doesn’t just lose power, he submits to a woman. To a werewolf he once would have killed. That’s poetic justice.” Within a week, the transition was formalized. In a ceremony before both councils, Alexander knelt before me and pledged his loyalty. “I, Alexander, relinquish my claim as Alpha. I submit to Luna Alina’s authority and judgment. For five years, I served at her pleasure.”