My Secret Wolf King Novels & Stories

Darryl was about to continue forward after dealing with these wolves when he heard another wolf roar from the forest on the left, which was even scarier than the previous ones. Darryl was stunned and turned his head subconsciously. A huge figure slowly walked out of the forest. It was also a turbo wolf, but its body was larger than the previous ones. It had golden hair, and its whole body was filled with a strong aura. Darryl noticed a special gold pendant around the wolf's neck. The wolf king? Darryl soon came to his senses and could not stop muttering to himself. The wolf was a pack leader rather than a wolf king. There were thousands of wolf leaders throughout the Sunflower Secret Realm.

I need him to like me if I am to escape execution, and to avoid going back to Marius. Be bold, I tell myself, though my insides are twisting and a storm is billowing in my chest. Be bold. I raise my chin as all gazes turn to the back of the Great Hall. The Wolf King steps through the wooden doors. He looks like no king I have encountered before. Tall and muscular, he wears no crown or fancy jewels, and dresses simply in a cream shirt and kilt. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing tattoos inked on his corded forearms. His tangled hair is brown, and it brushes his powerful shoulders. I cannot quite tell his age, but I’d wager he is around thirty.

"Besides, I’m not the only one keeping secrets at this table. Tell him, Raven. Tell your King how much you enjoyed the 'disorder' last night. Tell him how you stopped crying and started—" "Enough," the King barked, slamming his hand onto the table. The silverware jumped. I kept my head down, my pulse thudding against the lace of my collar. Every word out of the Wolf's mouth was a hot brand, exposing the shame I was trying so hard to bury.

Then somewhere deep inside me, my wolf whispered something dark and hungry. “Bring the king to his knees.”

“Perhaps they just got tired of hiding, but these attacks seem reckless. If they keep doing this, they will reveal their hiding place.” Darcy frowned. This man knew more than she thought. “What makes you think so?” “If more werewolfs show up, we will have more trails to lead back to where they came from.” We? “And how will we do that?” He smiled. “There are many ways. We just need to let one of them get back away and go back home.” “And who are you?” He looked at her for a long moment. “I am King Russell.” Huh? She stared dumbstruck for a long moment then laughed. When he didn’t flinch, she stopped ready to reach for her weapon.

I said, "and…" I paused. I was about to spill my deepest secret which I and my wolf has agreed to keep from the rest of the world. Even though the whole thing about the Silver King and his legacy hadn't made complete sense to me, I needed to keep it secret cause I had promised Ruya already. No one could know that I had a male wolf in me. "And what?" Mum asked me. "And… I don't think I'll be able to bear Father's legacy," I muttered.

Good to see her acting like a normal child for once. Nikolai was sitting in one of the armchairs, his feet propped up on an ottoman, a book open in his lap. He looked up when I walked in. "Heading somewhere?" he asked. "What?" "Kazimir told me about the trip. You're leaving soon." I sat across from him. "He won't tell me what it is… or what it’s for.” "That's Kazi for you. Likes his secrets." Nikolai closed the book. "It's a summit. Wolf business. Alphas from all over the region. Very exclusive. Very boring."

My heart swelled. This is the moment I had been waiting for my entire life since I knew I could be the alpha. Everything I had done up to this moment was based off this and I could see a few people turn to look at me too. What was weird was the fact that Dad hadn't informed me before this. One would think he would have told the next alpha about his announcement beforehand. Them again, he must have meant for it to be a surprise. “From now on, I would like for everyone to know that I have chosen Samantha, as my successor and the next alpha of this pack” The silence that followed his announcement was deafening.

“It’s not much, Your Highness.” With a quick breath, I pulled the cloth away. The painting revealed itself, a scene of midnight mist brushing the edges of a tall mountain, the faint glow of a rising moon lighting a path through a forest. At the center was a wolf, strong and proud, perched on a rock, its fur streaked with gold. Every line spoke of strength, honor, and belonging…an Alpha King’s world. He didn’t say a word. The silence felt stretched, and my heart pounded as I watched him.

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.