Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

"I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!" Alina took her position beside her father, cutting her palm, and mixing it with her fathers. In a voice rusty from disuse, she intoned, "I, Alina Deveraux accept my position. I freely welcome the responsibilities of the Kingdom, granted by my bloodline from this day forth, Long may my reign continue."

Ana said. “Is he single?” asked Marigold instantaneously. “No and yes.” “Wait, is he King or not? I’m confused,” said Megan. “There is no King,” I said a little loudly, blushing in embarrassment. “Then why did you say that?” she asked Ana. “Her brother is reigning over thirty-something Alphas and their packs. He might not have the title, but at the moment, that’s pretty much the closest thing to royalty that wolves have.”

The war between White Clan Wolf's and Black Clan Wolf's are continue from two hundred year's. No one actually knows when it's start, it's like they start hating eachother beacuse of their wolf colour. Alexander Branson is a king of Black Wolf clan, he try to protect his people's to all bad things and punished them when ther are wrong. He want to end this war, but he don't know how? He is still single because he didn't find someone who is take the position of Donna in his clan.

“You're right, I admit it… Seventy years… Seventy years, not a day went by that she didn't look outside hoping you guys would come to take her away. No matter how I crushed her hopes, she stuck to her principles. Because of her, many other women who have also started to lose hope, are excited again. We had to silence them because we didn't want what happened to my father to happen again. We eat and sleep separately from women because it's also more difficult for you to track us down." “HAHAHAHA… At least at the last moment, I heard good things about my daughter. I will not regret her death. She is still my proud daughter,'' said the Wolf King after laughing out loud. ''This will be the last!

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

it replied. "Kristof! There's a voice in my head," I said aloud. "What was it saying?" he asked. "It said, I am you. You are me. We are one," I answered, "and it sounded like a woman's voice." Kristof looked at me with a reflective look on his face. "Oh. I think I get it," Kristof said after a period of silence. "It sounds like it's your wolf." "My wolf?" I asked. "Yes!" "Sometimes our wolves talk to us," he stated thoughtfully, "but not usually unless you are an Alpha. It happens sometimes, but those who are members of the Royal Family all have wolves which converse with us on occasion."

I don't know what happened after the Handmaids stopped being sent here. Mr. Tastaren told me some things, but he doesn't know much either. He's not the type to read or be interested in old things. I don't know what the continent was like when the wolves arrived, just that they were still organized into clans and tribes, and that this was essential for them to be defeated. They had many leaders who disagreed in which direction they should go. The wolves were guided by a single king and an army that only obeyed him. Even to me, who doesn't know anything about war, it seems like a predictable victory. It was the Wolf King Erebus who took this continent from men and reigned over the last few dec

" Who knows but that King Nick, when he heard this, not only did not chafe, but laughed. His smile was full of sarcasm and scorn. I saw him rest his chin on one hand, and speak in a low, husky voice. "Let me tell you the truth, in the most primitive wolf world. When the Wolf King grows old, his son will inevitably succeed him as the new Wolf King. Often the old king of the wolves would leave the pack for a hiding-place and die in silence. But if the old wolf-king would not leave his pack, he would have to fight his son to the death. King Nick said slowly, "Only one wolf king is allowed in a wolf pack. This has been the law of nature from time immemorial. But in my kingdom they know the Princ

I share some of the information I have gathered along the way while I was busy searching the library one day. Zurig seemed impressed for a moment. “Really? I did not know that. Maybe that is why we are hearing stories about the Alpha King being two people on the wolf continent. I received reports from the spy we sent to the wolf continent about the wolves having Alpha Kings,” Zurig shared something he knew.

It's an old tradition that the kingdom must have an Alpha and Luna at all times . This has been hard for Orion as our father has been deteriorating a lot lately . Orion has been running the royal pack for the past three years on his own . The mention of the golden wolf has me intrigued as it is so rare but sparks a memory from my childhood . “Golden wolf did you say “ I ask with a frown .