King Of Wolves Novels & Stories

When did they learn that? Fenrir was Alpha for a year, and Flavian for nine. In all those times, the only symbol of greeting the wolves knew were a simple nod and the aggressive punch of the right fist to the left chest. As is their tradition. He has never seen a werewolf curtsy so elegantly. After leaving the King’s hall, they returned inside where Princess Akira was waiting. She looked more relaxed now that the men behind the bombing are caught, and even more relieved when she saw her husband unscathed.

"You won't win the packs over by savaging their lands." "Dominance is a language the Wolves understand well," He bares his teeth at me. "Violence is a child's way of winning. True Alphas can make Wolves bow to their command by simply existing." Just to prove my point, I cast my look over the advisors around us. With one step forward, they all crumple to their knees and before me. Glancing up at Orion, I see that my words are sinking in, "You want them to call your King, but you want to act like a cuckoo stealing a robin's nest. If you want to be their King, show them that you are."

“The wards will hold until sunrise. After that, the outer rings fall. You have six hours to decide whether to run or to claim the boy in front of every wolf who wants him dead.” Outside the narrow window slits, the first answering howls rose closer now, and many. Aria looked at me, eyes fierce and terrified all at once. “Explain the rest of the rules,” she said. “Every single one. Right now. Because if your own brother just sold us out, I need to know exactly what we’re walking into when the sun comes up.” I met her gaze and gave her the only truth left. “The final rule is simple,” I said. “Once the cub has howled, the pack cannot unhear it. They will either kneel… or they will try to kill w

The new castle stood tall and magnificent, its stone walls glistening under the moonlight, the water flowing gracefully through its intricate design. The wolves gathered in the courtyard, their earlier doubts replaced with awe and admiration. Theo and Jolene had done the impossible—they'd given the pack a new home, stronger and more beautiful than ever. The pack elders stepped forward, their expressions solemn but filled with approval. "Theo," the eldest said, his voice carrying the weight of tradition, "you have proven yourself worthy. We accept you as our new king. You will lead us into a new era, one of strength and unity."

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

The video played again. And again. Each time, those six cursed wolves looked more dangerous. More impossible to defeat. “Turn it off,” I said. Sera did. But the damage was done. Every wolf in the clearing had seen it. I saw what was coming for us. “We need to leave,” Kade said. “Now. Before they send their cursed wolves to finish what Thomas started.” “No.” I looked at my father’s body. At the alpha who died protecting me. “I will not run. Not anymore.”

The werewolf warned Leah. "Wait a minute! What's your name?" interrupted Leah. She held the man back for a moment. The man turned his head as Leah's hand grabbed him. Oops! Leah hurriedly released her grip. She didn't want him to misunderstand her. "Jack," the man told Leah. "Jack, nice name too," Leah replied with a murmur. "By the way, is your leader a werewolf too?" she asked curiously. Jack glanced at Leah somewhat irritated by her stupid question. "Alpha is our leader here. Including the king in our kingdom. Do you understand?"

I'd just packed my bags and climbed into this car and let myself be driven into the unknown like a lamb to slaughter. You're not a lamb, I reminded myself. You're a wolf. You've survived worse. But I wasn't sure that was true anymore. "Where are we going?" I asked finally. Kazimir didn't look at me. "A summit." "What kind of summit?" "Wolf business." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one you're getting." I turned to look at him. His profile was sharp against the dark window, jaw tight, eyes forward, hands steady on his knees. He looked like a man preparing for war.

My wolf, growled low, his instincts rising to challenge the dominance pressing over us. Then the great black convoy broke through the mist. Horses cloaked in dark armor. Wolves, massive ones, flanked the carriages on either side. And at the center of it all, King Zed rode atop his obsidian wolf, his silver crown gleaming against his dark hair. His eyes, sharp, almost metallic green, swept over the gathered Alphas.

Logan guessed that the person depicted the Rogue King. He moved the beam of the flashlight downward and saw that directly below the crescent moon and the king, the crude artist had drawn a handful of wolves of different colors with their snouts raised up in the direction of the crescent moon. They seemed to be paying homage to the Rogue Wolf King in some way Logan frowned and nodded in understanding. This tied pretty well with what he had read in that journal by Alpha Tate from 1959. The wolves of different colors that were paying homage to the Rogue King meant wolves from different packs and territories.