My Secret Wolf King Novels & Stories

He then attempted to flee. Before he could make his escape through the secret passage, a faint voice taunted, "You've quite a lot of things there. Do you need help? How on earth do you deserve the King of Assassins title? Why don't I give you a hand?" Slightly stunned, White Wolf mistook Alexander for his cherished henchman. He shook his head mindlessly and replied, "No, I'll get it myself. Just kill Alexander..." Realizing that no one could have entered the secret passage without his key, except for Alexander, White Wolf stopped in his tracks.

Wait for my order. 'Why is that?' my Beta asked me. Taking a deep breath I told him, 'I don't know. I just had a bad feeling...' 'Alpha!' Paul's voice sounded concerned, and immediately drew my attention. 'I found something… I mean someone. Could you come over?' Talon and Vicky had been there already, and they both looked very worried. "Alpha," Paul swallowed, and pointed to a dead wolf, "I knew this guy. He was one of King James's secret agents."

She stopped in front of a young wolf—a messenger, barely eighteen, with wide eyes and shaking hands. She looked at him. He looked back. "You," she whispered. Her voice was a croak, but it carried. The young wolf's face went white. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered. "I'm loyal. I've always been loyal." She reached out. Her hand touched his chest. And she absorbed. His fear. His secrets. His guilt. It all flowed into her like water into a dry well. She saw everything—the meetings with the vampire agents, the messages he had sent, the information he had betrayed.

“ yes , she was large and beautiful and her eyes were glowing bright gold “ he says with a far away look in his eyes . I can tell he's thinking about his mate . Standing up I promise to look into the wolf as one ;I am now excited for him and two the memory of the stories of the golden wolf story is pulling at me to look into it . I always thought my grandpa was just telling me fairytail stories . I kiss my brother ,head to the door while looking over my shoulder and say “leave it to me big brother, i shall help you find our queen “ he just chuckles and shakes his head . I had been in the royal liberty where they keep all the old books for a while when someone clears their throat behind me .

The ceiling was dark, and I stared at it and felt the tightness in my chest settling into something colder and more useful. Whatever Nymeria Kane had been hiding in Drakenfall for five years, Marcus would find it. And when he did, I would know exactly what to do with it.

Ten minutes after the bell rang, the lectern was still empty. A vicious kind of glee spread through the classroom. A boy in the front row sketched an exaggerated clown face on his notebook. “When he comes in, I’ll take a photo of him with this,” he snickered. “I’ve already thought of the title. It’ll be: Werewolf King? More like a Clown.” Snickers rippled around him. “An Alpha? He’s just a fragile love-brain.”

Not to mention the disgrace he would face at home, his family would never accept the dishonor of failing in his role as the Secretary to the King. ‘I’ve waited a long time for this! Let me go, and I’ll decimate these two and then the entire wicked pack!’ Hunter, the wolf of the Secretary, yearned for a release, his loyalty to the Royals swelling like a flood. He could no longer stomach the sight of Zela being humiliated by someone of a lower rank. Just as Ivor braced himself for a powerful shift, ready to unleash his beast, the door swung open. In stepped a diva-like figure clad in exquisite satin, exuding confidence and allure that lit up the room.

He knew he would get into big trouble if caught roaming the forbidden section at this time of the night. A week earlier, he happened to stumbled upon the council elder wolves discussing in the palace room about moving the forbidden books in the library to a much safer place where no one could reach. They appeared to emphasize a particular book 'The king who never was' as it was a royal secret kept for years but written down for the sake of history. He heard one of the elders say the king who never was, is the first creature to become both a vampire and a werewolf, and it was a secret that should not leak to the people of the kingdom.

Taking my hand, he pressed his lips gently against the back of my hand and remarked, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Reena. You wear such an air of innocence, my dear.” I was uncertain if it was an insult or a compliment, but his next word clarified it. "An unknown werewolf like you often carries a burden of secrets. What secret are you both hiding?" His whispered words dripped with the essence of a warning. “I assure you, sir, I have no secrets whatsoever,” I replied, ‘cause, in truth, I don't even know who I am. He asked, “How did the two of you come to know each other?” but was soon interrupted by the king.

This was unnatural! After a while, a large and ferocious-looking wolf appeared beside her. Wait, why is she with that animal? From what I learned, the wolf in front of me is known as King. He's the most savage wolf in the world and can only be found in the vast forests of Africa. No one has ever succeeded in capturing him, and if someone does manage to find him, he disappears from sight in less than a minute. "Who are you? What are you going to do to me and my son?" I asked angrily. I glared at her, but she didn't flinch.