Curse Of The Wolf King 소설 & 이야기

His voice cracked as he cried. The Alpha king cried, his face was covered in tears and snot, he looked so vulnerable and broken. I felt guilty, ‘what have I done to him?’ ‘It was either he ceases to exist or you die and reincarnate, don’t forget that,' my wolf said. ‘But I don’t think I would be able to live with myself knowing I caused him so much pain, this is a recurring curse, which means he would have to watch me die over and over again. I can’t do that to him,' I thought sadly.

“Who dares challenge the king of vampires!” “King? You? You are besmirching the memory of the dynasty of Vlad, the previous ruler...” I stepped forward to speak. “What do you know! Vlad was sucker to die for a filthy she-wolf, in a battle that could have won and made us vampires rulers.” Chameleon wants to rip his head off, but I stop him. “It doesn’t seem that you after Vlad have total power over werewolves...indeed, the she-wolf of the Red Moon is still alive and you as a powerful ruler couldn’t defeat her alone?”

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

"Ours was the nearest hospital. His wolf has gone nearly feral — he won't let anyone touch him." I went still. Colin's cousin was Alpha King Julian Stormborn — the most feared werewolf in the kingdom, and not only because he was King. He was ruthless, and his wolf was infamous for episodes of total, uncontrollable madness. They whispered that he'd once killed twenty rogues with his bare hands, in human form, during an ambush. Thirty-one and still unmated; the legends said his bloodline was cursed to be denied fated mates, and his wolf had never accepted a chosen one. But to me, the man behind that wall wasn't a feared King. He was a patient.

Faith whispered, “Alexander Kingston,” the vampire to whom she had lost her virginity. Faith’s soul was knocked out of her body, and she couldn’t figure out how this could happen to her. When she finally had control of her life, she was right here, right now.

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.

I don't want her to be afraid of me, I don't bite, or is it because I am the king? /Fuck the KING/ I cursed under my breath, I don't want her to see me as the king but as her mate but I don't know how to convince her that we are made for each other. She might think that I have lost, especially now that she doesn't have a wolf, it will be impossible for her to notice our bond. Without her wolf it is pointless, and I know that the only way to convince her about us is if only she had a wolf. I drooped a bit with my head lowered, I let out a frustrated growl when running my hands through my hair.

It was a beautiful and lovely big wolf. Everyone was memerised at the sight of his wolf. He was the legendary black wolf everyone has being waiting for. He was the alpha of all alphas. "awoooooo! Awooooooo! Awoooo! " The pack was beginning to yell after him even though they haven't shifted. The crowd calmed down after some minutes of noise. After about thirty minutes of some inaudible words form the witch and some other people the time came and the prince was crowned the king.

Jordan said. "And what is that," Minx asked from where she sat on his bed. "Many years ago our ancestors broke her trust by denying her after she had his child, she bore the first of the wolf-blood witches and she was the one that made the werewolf curse" he paused for a while and the room fell silent.

“The king is dead! Long live the king!” The wolf started to laugh. His voice, as well as his scent beneath the dark magic, were unfamiliar. As the Alpha king of all the Western territories, he’d visited most of the packs at one point or another. This one didn’t belong to any of his. He walked past empty cells until he came to the only occupied one. The walls and bars were silver, and the wolf was hanging in chains in the middle. The silver chains were also wrapped around his naked body, and blood was already seeping from his burns.