Curse Of The Wolf King Novels & Stories

He did not want anything that would put him vulnerable and in a fragile state, much with the presence of a mate, who was the very weakness of a werewolf, he despised it. He despises her. But despite the fact that he did not want her, he was also enraged to see his mate in the hands of another man. He wanted to tear the man’s hand away from Katherine, he wanted to torture him for laying a hand on his mate, and he wanted to kill him for taking his mate away. Just the two of them, alone, walking out of the gigantic double doors of the royal hall, in the late night. And the Alpha King’s mate never looked back.

My father told me about wolves like him. He…Is The wolf king, the one who killed my father. I can't win this. I know it He knows it. Everyone here knows it. This is what the general was protecting everyone from. And for the first time since I left the gates. I regretted everything.

He scoffed, “Of course not. She barely reveals anything of substance. That’s my point, brother. She’s spent her entire life fearful of the curse. As you felt the need to rub in her face last week, her own family doesn’t even care for her.” Orion’s body stiffened, but his face gave nothing away. It was a slab of ice. Beautiful, annoying ice. “If you’re goal is to get me to pity her, you’ll leave this room a failure.” A tuft of something silky brushed up against the back of my exposed legs. The image that popped into my mind had me spinning around, a scream building in my throat. Only, it wasn’t a scraggly, beady-eyed rat I found myself facing, but a god cursed to remain in the form of a wolf.

“I believe you’re a Royal White Wolf. A bloodline thought extinct for two hundred years.” The words made no sense. “That’s impossible. I’m just—” “You’re not ‘just’ anything,” Kael interrupted. “Royal Wolves are the most powerful wolves in existence. They can command other wolves, they’re immune to magic, and they possess strength that rivals Lycan Kings.” “But I can’t do any of that,” I protested. “Because the curse is suppressing it,” Dr. Chen explained. “Everything you should be—strong, powerful, commanding—the curse has locked away. It’s kept your Royal Wolf bound so tightly you never even knew it existed.”

But she obeyed and continued to read. The king thought it a wonderful thing that his people had such power and used our control of the wolves as an advantage in his wars. The animals thrived on the war ground able to take down a soldier quickly so a sword could go in for the kill. Year after year we were summoned as the king's kingdom grew. The animals began developing a thirst for human blood and some of the raiders had to be killed for turning on us. We pleaded with the king to discontinue the use of our loyal pack members. So many of the pack’s key wolves were lost and pups were not growing fast enough to replace them, but the king did not heed our pleas and we continued to be sent o

“You will.” My skin tingled violently, a shiver crawling down my spine. The Dark King stepped in front of me, blocking my view. “Do not speak to her.” His voice was low, dangerous, shaking with something I had never heard before from him. The giant wolf growled, a sound so deep it made the entire palace tremble. “Move.” The Dark King’s jaw tightened. His eyes turned pitch black. “She belongs to the curse.” “She belongs to no curse,” the wolf said. “She belongs to herself.”

* Zara's wolf spoke up again. She carefully crawled backward, putting herself out of the king's line of sight. "You never even tried to find a cure," Kael said. "A king who only ever resorts to violence is just an idiot who doesn't know how to rule." He spat the words, his eyes shifting to that tainted yellow glow. The curse was beginning to manifest. "Your poison has lasted generations. The only cure is death. You're just naive." The king's eyes bulged, his voice trembling with rage. "It ends with you."

Justine mirrored her father perfectly, but Justin looked like a shadow born of sickness. I forced him back into human form. His screams shredded the night. “Mom… my wolf is cursed,” he sobbed, clutching me. I held him close, whispering fiercely, “You are not cursed. You are not defective.” But his words stabbed me like knives. Days passed. Herbs, potions, and rites. Nothing worked. One evening, I knelt before him, cupping his tear-streaked face. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “The world will laugh at me,” he choked. “How can a king rule with a broken wolf?”

“Are you mad? On the day of blood moon every wolf is bound to be weakened, going to war is like going to death. No I refuse to go to a loosing battle.” She laughed then smiled while looking at me like I was a fool. “Wolf we get weakened, not you guys. Not only you won't weakened but you won't get hurt either and you guys will be stronger than ever.” Ooh now I understand what a witch. I can't believe the time is finally here for me to claim all I have ever wanted. The Queen of Wolves would finally understand that power alone could not save her from darkness.

The king declared and swept her off her feet, and took her away with him wherever. **************** A few days later, in a certain werewolves kingdom, The King of rogue Alphas stamped his feet against the floor for the tenth time. This is never going to happen. How is it that he wasn't aware of it till when it was all swept off? “Who told you that the King of the Alpha is having his mating ceremony tomorrow? And how sure are you that the she-wolf, his mate, was the legendary white wolf?” Rogue Alpha Jonas growled. He remembered the story of the white wolf, her death and her promise to return. She promised to return to destroy the rough pack and bring them all under her. She was an archenemy