My Secret Wolf King Novels & Stories

It was time to finally put the wolves where they belong. “I think it's the wolves who have forgotten who I am and what I had done to them, it's time for me to remember them exactly why I am king!" King Stefan was about to declare full war on the wolves when the doors to his chambers opened up. “Your grace," A soldier bowed down in front of him. “What is it?" The king asked. “We just received a message from Werekult." The soldier replied. “The wolves," The king muttered to himself. “And what does the message say?" He inquired of the soldier.

I knew that not far away, on a snow-covered hill, there was a lone wolf. His eyesight and hearing were sharp. He must have heard every word Julian and I exchanged. He must have seen us hold each other and kiss. But he only crouched there in the snow, unmoving. - Extra: Many years later, the wolf pack no longer had a king. It was said that the young Wolf King went mad, slaughtered every traitor, and then renounced the throne himself. He exiled himself to the edge of the human world. The day Julian and Selena were married, the world took notice.

I told him. “Just be quiet and finish eating, and then go to your room Thor.” I was pissed; I could fill my wolf coming out. I stood up from the table and ran out the back door. I busted out into my wolf form and started running. My wolf form was a black wolf with white spicks in my coat. XXX

The air smelled of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. “Your mom,” I said quietly. “She had an affair. With someone named Robert. Do you know who he is?” Kai’s face went blank—dangerously blank. “Put them back where you found them.” “But—” “Alex.” His voice was steel. “Some secrets are better left buried. For her sake. For all our sakes.” I nodded, but the parallel sat heavy in my chest. Hidden love. Lies. Risk. Was that all we were?

"Mate, what does that mean?" He suddenly parked the car. "Princess, this is actually not the right place and right time to tell you all these but I have to if I don't want to keep you in the dark anymore. Paradise Creek……" "Is a pack of werewolves," I completed his statement for him. "Not just that Babe, it's a home of mystic creatures except Vampires" he replied. "How much do you know, Princess?" "You're a werewolf and so are Tommy and Ivy as well as Liam, I think I just found that out right now,"

“And you, Mr. Jones, seem to be well-informed about this whole situation. Did the young fund manager confide in you?” “Well, not exactly. But you know how it is in the City, secrets don’t stay hidden for long,” drawled Dick Jones with an unpleasant grin. He held up his hand, as if to add weight to his words. Suddenly, Wolfie’s snarls interrupted the conversation. Nosy Dick recoiled and stammered in a high-pitched voice, “Why is she growling? Where is her muzzle? A dangerous dog like that should be wearing one!” Leila chuckled, “Oh, Wolfie is just being her usual self. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. Squirrels, on the other hand…”

He didn’t need the most powerful or the most beautiful Rona. “The Ronas are kept on the other side of this palace,” the servant said after observing Grey, “They are not to be seen until the auction.” Kept. Grey hated that word. Because his mother was a Rona too. Not replying to the servant, he quietly entered his chamber. He then instructed Marcus to collect as much information as he could from the servants –Marcus had always been the most outgoing werewolf. For scouting, he chose Red, a quiet red-haired werewolf that had a knack for spying and hiding. Red would scout the entire palace and scout an emergency way out from the palace. There were only three people as the Werewolf Kingdom’s dele

The reminder of last night sent heat through me, the way she'd felt in my arms, the sounds she'd made, how badly I'd wanted. I pushed the thought away, we were taking this slow, even if my wolf was currently suggesting several very not slow ideas. "Come on," I said, tugging her hand gently, "Let's walk." We moved through the compound together, hand in hand. I saw heads turn, heard whispers, felt the weight of curious stares. I didn't care. For five years, I'd been the Rogue King, an exile, the man building an army for revenge, cold, distant and alone.

That was Anshuman’s voice. I gulped as I hid behind the sack of clothes and moved toward the private room. A few murmurs were heard, I suppose Neil and Krish were there with him, in all this! What I saw next did not allow me to breathe, I saw him, I saw my Ansh pointing a gun at someone. “You deserve to die,” I gasped.

But I had a secret that made my heart thunder against my ribs: I knew who my mate was. I had felt the pull for months. Every time Alpha Killian Thorne walked into a room, the air seemed to vanish. My wolf, a small and quiet thing, would pace restlessly in my mind, whimpering for his attention. He was powerful, beautiful, and the undisputed king of our territory. And tonight, under the crimson light, he was supposed to claim me.