Her Wolf King Novels & Stories

Some even shifted and we're ready to attack Summer. A loud growl, which rumbled like thunder shook them all. Even the ground rumbled. When the gathered courage to look up they were shocked. Right in front of them was a white wolf, larger than any alpha wolf and adorned with wings. It also had a crown made of the rarest and purest precious stones. The glow surrounding it was too much for all to bear. The wolf's aura was foreboding, dominant and oppressive. One by one, the wolves submitted. Even the werewolf king bowed. The pressure from the wolf's aura made some wolves pass out. They could not stand it at all. The most amazing thing was, the wolf spoke. Not through mindlink. but actually spok

Klara was desperately battling her wolf back, she had never known her to be this strong and dominant, the two sides of her mind in a silent battle to the outside world while she could only witness her wolf goading the King… the King of wolves! A descendant of the original wolf. She was panicking as she battled, desperate to take back control and grovel for his forgiveness at her disrespect.

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.

My aura was pouring out of me and it was filled with hate. "You will address me as Alpha. Now speak! I'm losing my patients." "Yes Alpha, I'm sorry. Please." She pleaded, trying to gently move my claws from her leg. I gripped her tighter, feeling her thick blood pool around my hand. "The King is doing something. Trying to figure out something. He has a powerful witch with the sight. She guides him what to do and who to go after. This witch claims that they can make powerful wolves from special wolves essences."

Every motion, every glance, reflected anticipation. Music filled the air, a complex tapestry of drumming, flutes, and stringed instruments. The rhythm was steady, strong, and alive, echoing the heartbeat of the pack itself. Some of the younger wolves danced with uncoordinated spins and leaps, their bright yips punctuating the music, while the older ones guided them, shaping their movements into a semblance of ceremonial grace. Selene watched, her wolf stirring beneath her skin, coiling with quiet excitement at the sight.

He's letting me know he could kill me but he isn't yet. "Why would I believe anything you say?" I whisper, meeting his eyes again. Hate pours from them. "In the books mates would never hurt each other." He smirks. "Life isn't a story book, Princess. Mates kill each other. Mates hurt each other. If a she wolf doesn't submit to her mate, she gets hurt. If she does not obey, she gets hurt. Understood?" He pushes his knee into my thigh. I bite my lip to keep from crying out but he sees the pain in my eyes. He chuckles low.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

I heard the workers chorus, and out of curiosity, I turned to see who it was. "I asked a question. Why are you all distracted from your duties?" The question came again. I slowly looked up to see a very tall, good-looking male wolf with pretty broad shoulders standing at least 6'2ft tall. The king's beta. He is the king's beta; the realization brought chills to my body. The second to the king, he is one of the most good-looking male wolves in the world. He is known for his strict nature and his intolerance for laziness.

The giant black werewolf weighed the man down and he growled. “Grrr….” The wounded man panted under its body, only then the werewolf slowly lifted his head, red eyes flickering. The awe-inspiring beast was familiar, and I could recognize him at once glance. It was Hogan. “The King… is here,” Henry murmured, looking at Hogan with admiration. “The King is here!” He shouted, went to his knees, and kissed the ground. I felt like choking with my own breath while looking at Hogan’s beautiful wolf.

To rule the wolves and all other supernatural beings , the wolves have had the power for too long . I have been gathering my army’s , that's why I need the princess . It's her blood that I need to strengthen my army . I know she thinks I want to drain her powers , her gift for healing . Draining her powers would only last so long , that was my mistake before . No, the princess has powers she doesn't even know about , yes she has the power to heal others , but she also has super fast healing . When you mix her blood with other wolves it shares the ability to heal faster , twice as fast as the ability normal wolves have . Having my little army of super fast healing wolves to go up against the