Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

The witches faltered. They always do, when they think we’re just beasts. Just fangs. Just rage. They forget the truth. We’re not wolves because we’re wild. We’re wolves because we are loyal, lethal, and unbreakable. And I fight for my king. For my queen. For the realm. Let them come. We’ll send them back in pieces.

The power, the respect, the silence that followed. Suddenly, a strong dominance rolled through the place. Every wolf froze as a strong scent rolled through. My wolf turned toward it, her ears twitching. The ground trembled softly under his steps. And then he appeared. The Wolf King. “Enough,” his voice thundered, echoing through the trees. “You dare kneel before her?” The wolves flinched. My wolf didn’t. She straightened, meeting his gaze head-on. “You have forgotten who your true King is,” he snarled, walking closer. “No one replaces me. No one commands my kind but me.”

I took a deep whiff, sensing discord amongst the council members. Something was off about the meeting. “Don’t you remember a great battle was fought here hundreds of years ago?” Calix offered with his usual dramatic demeanor. “Wolfen against hundreds of humans with spears and tomahawks. The Wolfen won, forever preserving our way of life and making this hallowed ground a mecca of fertility. Therefore, the Cambridge pack is considered royalty, the Wolf family the supreme beings.”

I didn't interrupt him though, eager for all the information he was giving me. He must have taken my surprise another way because he just laughed. "In ancient times, the white wolves were crowned kings of the continents and ruled over very large stretches of lands and their most trustworthy companions were their scroll keepers. These scroll keepers were magical in their way because they not only were in charge of the royal library but also retained a large amount of information about magic and nature. They were like these huge bodies of knowledge and they knew almost everything and could retain any information in their mind they deemed was necessary. They also acted as the king's advisors an

Without the power he spent his life chasing. When it was over, I shifted back. Stood there covered in blood. My father’s. Thomas’s. My own. The other wolves watched. Waiting. Judging. Sera stepped forward. “You just killed an alpha on Steele territory. According to the pack law, that makes you a challenger.” “I am not challenging,” I said. “I am claiming. This is my pack now. My territory. And anyone who disagrees can face me in the circle.” Silence. Then, one by one, the wolves bowed. Elite guards. Council members. Even Beta Richards, bleeding and broken, lowered his head in submission.

It was not a threat. It was a mark. Claim, the Warrior confirmed grimly. He marks territory under another’s authority. My heart pounded. “So he’s not the Heir,” Dorian said slowly. “He serves him.” “Yes,” I replied, throat tight. “Or he’s being guided by him.” The wolf’s gaze never left mine as the sigil settled into the stone, glowing faintly before dimming. Then, without a sound, he stepped backward into the forest and vanished. No retreat signals.

“They were hunted and killed. When wolves without abilities realized that having one more wolf with an ability was enough to overturn the tide of any war, they began hunting and killing them in secret. Many of them were sold out by their own packs, their families. Organizations were set up solely for this purpose. Right now, it’s reported that there are less that ten wolves without abilities still alive in the whole world. The truth is.. there are just seven. And it’s the seven alpha kings, myself included. Every single one of us have faced numerous threats to our lives before we became kings. We’ve all had to fight and kill to protect ourselves. In our current world, having any ability, no

If you’re waiting for the part where it did, you have the right instincts. It began with the wolves. Of course it did. The curse on some of their bloodlines—call it lycanthropy if you want the clinical term, call it hunger if you want the truer one—didn’t vanish just because the scenery changed. Most wolves kept the beast as a companion and not a master, because culture is a better leash than iron. But a few—just enough—decided the new world was promise enough to become the old one again. They ran wild. They bit where they wanted and called it freedom. They gathered behind a banner stitched with their own rage and named the man who held it “king” because he was the kind who smiled with all h

I said. “That doesn’t make me feel any better,” she said. “Levi’s not the one I’m worried about, my brother is,” I said to her. “It gets worse.” She sighed. “Kai’s royalty, he was the king of Scotland before Gabriel took over. His eldest son, Jericho, is the Alpha King of all wolves. They’re both married to the women they imprinted on,” I said to her. “Imprinted? What’s that?” she asked.

“Alphas aren’t the highest in the order…they bow only to kings.” The room went silent. Kings?! They’re king wolves? I stopped breathing. Then he delivered the line that made my stomach drop. “Kings bow to no one.” I stared at him now…his eyes cold and sure. This was the raw and brutal truth. I swallowed a hard lump down my throat… Does that mean that I’m– no, that couldn’t be, right? “So… what are you saying?” I asked almost reluctantly. “Am I a king wolf?”