Kingdom Of A Wolf Novels & Stories

“ I need to tell you something. It’s about you…your roots” “What mum?” she took me hands and we walked into a world different from ours. Then she began to speak ********************** 200 years ago, there were 13 werewolf packs in our kingdom of the werewolves. In all these packs, they had up to 6 clans which ranged from Alphas, Betas and gammas but exactly no Omega. Not even a single one. This was a rare phenomenon because other werewolf kingdoms had a handful of omegas, which were weak and couldn’t fight or defend themselves.

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me nervous about my wolf though, esp

Who does not want their clan to be looked up to by the masses? The Blood Wolves clan has been hidden for tens of thousands of years, and no werewolf outside aside from those important individuals of the Royal Ark clan knows just how much sacrifice and effort it took for them to safely build the Artemia Kingdom for the ground, to become a place, to become a home for the countless werewolf clans that were living in the wild at that time. It was a kingdom created for the sole purpose of werewolves to live in peace and develop in prosperity in the future.

The journal tumbled from the table, and the pages fluttered open like wings in the breeze. My eyes fell on the exposed words, and despite my hesitation, curiosity gripped me. I picked up the leather-bound book and began reading. It wasn’t a diary as I had initially assumed but a record of the history of the land. The North and South Kingdoms had long been divided, and each kingdom had its own ruler. As I skimmed through the lines, my heart raced. I reached a section detailing an ancient tribe of wolves—the Andals and the Nine Wolves. They were described as powerful, mystical wolves, thought to be extinct, who once lived in harmony with the moon and the stars. They were the guardians of a pow

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

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.

Arthur was in the cage listening to the noise, their prompting footsteps, the memory of the day his wolf family was murdered. On the day that the man in white armor appeared, the moonlight was also very round and huge, but red like blood. That night, in order to protect the territory, protect the young wolves and Arthur, nearly all the adult wolves were stabbed to death under cold-blooded spears and swords.

Everyone becomes silent for a moment, it looks like they are holding their breaths. I can see every inch of his body sweating while the transformation is starting. He didn’t make any sound like he was in pain. His bones started to move until the fur showed and he transformed into his wolf. This is really breathtaking!!!! The once handsome man changes into a huge midnight black wolf with a white half-moon mark on his forehead. That’s the birthmark of every king in their wolf form, but the color is not always black. The previous king was a brown wolf. They are all shouting ‘hail to the new King, Hail to King Zeus.’ And I joined them from there.

Aria said looking at the picture. “He did. During their rule was the happiest time to live as a human but there was a rise of other werewolves and war broke out between different werewolf clans as to who was to rule. It is as you said, it won’t be easy for a king who takes a human as their partner to rule.” Aria sighed. “Does the third one have a happy ending?” “No.” “Then what makes you think this time will be different?”

It was the same wolf that stopped Karl. The wolf king. The alpha. It was my first time seeing him in human form, but even from a distance, the difference was obvious. He wasn’t just another wolf. He was the one who couldn't be challenged. His gaze moved slowly and deliberately across the room. The other wolves dared not meet his eyes. His gaze finally landed on me. Karl released me immediately. The impact knocked the air out of me. My body hit the stone. I dropped to the ground hard, hard enough to send a sharp vibration through my spine, hard enough to paralyze me.