Make Two Twins A King Novels & Stories

he says with his brows scrunched together and I correct him. “No you’re the last soul of the last king alpha” his head snaps to me “You didn’t know that” she shakes his head no and I go into explaining how he’s the last standing king alpha reincarnated and the twins are the only set of twins born and will also become king alphas when the become of age and each one will get one of the four corners.

Guards stand in a line behind him because they are waiting for his orders. The midwife lifts something up and then lifts a second something and the old King's face changes. “Two,” he shouts, his voice cracking the room because he is furious. “The prophecy said one,” he says, because twins are cursed in the North. “Kill the weak one,” because he only wants one heir and will not share his crown.

Luckily it is just for one night. The King, Queen and all the guards exit the room, leaving me alone with the twins. Tension starts to build as they stare me down without saying anything. Out of respect, they are the future Kings after all, I keep my gaze pinned to the floor unless spoken to. The tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife, when one of the twins decides to break the silence “why are you here?”. “The Queen invited me. I didn’t ask to stay, I wanted to be on my way again by now”. The other twin snorts with an evil glint in his eyes “so you are not only a rogue, but a dumb one too? What makes you think you will be let on your way again?”. I wasn’t expecting that, the Queen

Not even aware of the fact that there were two tiny lives growing within her. He smiled to himself, a deep sense of pride in his heart. He had achieved so much even what his ancestors had not been able to achieve. He had fought to bring about a new werewolf kingdom, one built on unity, love, and the sacrifices of many who were before him. And now he was going to be a proud father of twins. The future of the kingdom was being placed in the hands of his children. And a new legacy was about to be written for the kingdom. He also knew that

My twin sister and I were born with the same face and nothing else in common. Elara was gentle enough to step around an ant. I was vicious. Cross me and I'd take your skin off and never lose a night's sleep over it. The year we came of age, the Crown Prince chose Elara. But the old court held that royal twins brought ruin. If Elara was to be Crown Princess, I had to die. So our parents wept and begged me to drink a death-simulating draught and disappear forever. Before I left, I made three demands. First, my Shadow Guard would pass to Elara. Second, she'd have a dowry worthy of a princess and a wedding no one could sneer at. Third, if the Crown Prince ever wronged her, they'd bring her

"Yeah, it's really hard to believe because ever since Nathan died, his powers have passed to me!" Keith was at a loss for words, this was really weird. He knew the history of Lithonia and the kings who ruled that superpower from time to time. Therefore, what happened to Nathan and Nathania is a very rare thing and has never even happened before. "Could this be because you were born as twins?" "Ha?" "I don't know for sure, but in our lineage there have never been twins for the crown prince. All of them were single-born, therefore there might be something that made their bodies weak."

The twins, though humbled by the adoration, remained grounded and approachable, never losing sight of the responsibility entrusted to them. In their personal lives, Ethan and Ava found love and companionship. They each married werewolves who shared their vision and values, individuals who would stand beside them in their duties and support them in their endeavors. Their partners became integral members of the royal family, contributing their unique skills and perspectives to the kingdom's growth. As the years passed, Ethan and Ava welcomed their own children, continuing the legacy of leadership and love that had been passed down through generations. The palace was once again filled with the

the bloody step-sister muttered. My head snapped to the side as I glared at her. Not that I needed to explain myself or anything, especially to a being as low as this piece of crap, but I still did. For my own enjoyment. I cleared my throat to grab her attention and smiled. “See, the thing is that the King can do whatever the fuck he pleases. If it happened that my mate was a man, the Kingdom would have two Kings, simple as that. Eden is my mate, the rightful Queen, and that’s final. But, it seems the Moon Goddess decided to bless me with another mate, in the form of my best friend. Titus is just as much mine as he is Eden’s and vice versa. Tell me,” my smile grew wider as I stepped closer t

“My proposal is, you only have two daughters, Annalise and myself, and you need to have an heir who can successfully run the pack.” “Are you offering me the offspring of Sebastian King?! Never! A King will never run the Toussaint pack!” “Father, not my child, Goddess! They are not even born yet!” “They?” “I’m having twins,” I say. His eyes widen in surprise before he nods in understanding and for a second, I thought I saw a glimmer of a smile on his lips. “Ah I see,” he says curtly, taking a sip of his wine. “Then?”

The female Werewolf blessed the renounced Prince by conceiving and carrying twins, a strong Royal Lycan male pup and an equally strong Royal female werewolf pup. However, Seeing the twins grow and get stronger the Old Lycan King then saw them as a potential threat to his crown and kingdom. During the time that the old Lycan King was distracted and watching his Grandpups, Lycan warriors had started abusing their positions of protectors and were taking advantage of the Werewolves they were meant to be protecting.