Fierce Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

Their clothes disheveled, their expressions of post-trauma relief twisted into anger the instant they laid eyes on me. They rushed straight toward me. At that moment, a hand shot out, blocking them. It was the team manager, Ben Sutton. I turned my head through the pain, trying to say something. The next second, my collar was seized with brutal force. Ben’s bloodshot eyes were inches from mine. “Jane! Who gave you the courage to drive into a non-race zone? Do you even know what you’ve destroyed?! “The Endurance King was the future of the entire team!”

Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he remembered the dream. The dream that had shaken him to his core. Aria standing before the leaders of the other packs, a mysterious man by her side. A werewolf king. They stood together, hand in hand, a beacon of something greater. Something unified. Kian… could he be that king? Darius exhaled sharply, pushing back from his desk. It was madness to consider. The boy was a rogue, a wanderer with no name or claim. And yet, there was something about him.

“The King’s mother, Her Highness Renna, is the one who created the harem.” I blink. “Why?” “Because the King has no heir. Because of the wolf he has.” I narrow my eyes. “Wolf? Heir? Make me understand.” Kie lowers her voice. “The King is an Alpha Firefang. That means the heat beneath his claws, beneath his teeth—beneath his very soul is ten times hot as liquid molten. His wolf is picky about the one who will carry his heir which is why no woman has been successful.”

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

As she once visited his kingdom and saw him, predicting him one of the most important warriors of the future. 2. FREA: She is the princess of Jurgen Kingdom, from the fire ocean. She is a fierce one sometimes, but usually don't use that much of her power. She is blessed with fire as the element and also given the bow of Faire. The universe's second dangerous weapon among eleven deadly weapons.

My canines lengthen, and that deeply embedded instinct to protect flares to life inside of me. "What does the Queen want with my people," I ask in a deadly voice, and he shivers. "To kill them," he hisses, and I see red. My body attempts to shift due to my rage, but I fight it. The result is a weird half shift that makes my already large muscles even more prominent. My fur also sprouts but not all over, just in odd places. As I struggle to control my body, the fairy watches me with a mixture of fear and pleasure. He is happy he has angered me. He is finding joy in my fear now. I will show this little fucker.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

Maybe slept with one or two. But never have I wanted to step out in the rain and run to them. Nor have I felt such a strong urge to hold her glistening body in my arms and ask her for her name. Not to mention saying her name over and over again. Oh Goddess, how would it feel to hear her say mine? "The rogue king, Henry, has been buying out the businesses on Mildew Street, but he hasn't made any illegal moves so... Your Highness, where are you going?"