One Wolf Two Kings Novels & Stories

And I. “Dante!.” The voice echoed through the mind-link, sharp and urgent. Viktor. Now what the hell did he want from me. I nearly snarled. “Not now.” “I know but.. Dante, listen.. your father. The King. He’s marching toward the Wolves’ kingdom. With an army.. a battalion . He’s coming here as we speak.” I stopped dead in my tracks. “What?” I hissed aloud. “He’s bringing the entire southern pack with him. Over hundreds of Lycans. Full armor. No warning. He means war.”

Not right now. “ Humans attacked us. They burned down the pack house. ” Wolf says. My eyes turn wide and my gaze shifts to the floor again. He is lying. This can not be the truth. “ Did they now? And what were you doing when they burned down a whole pack — house and killed our people? ” The King sounds so lenient and calm. But, I hate him. And fear him as well. “ I was hunting them down. I killed all of them. ” Wolf seems to be purposely acting like he is scared of the King’s wrath and he really wants to give a honest explanation.

“They were hunted and killed. When wolves without abilities realized that having one more wolf with an ability was enough to overturn the tide of any war, they began hunting and killing them in secret. Many of them were sold out by their own packs, their families. Organizations were set up solely for this purpose. Right now, it’s reported that there are less that ten wolves without abilities still alive in the whole world. The truth is.. there are just seven. And it’s the seven alpha kings, myself included. Every single one of us have faced numerous threats to our lives before we became kings. We’ve all had to fight and kill to protect ourselves. In our current world, having any ability, no

My wolf, growled low, his instincts rising to challenge the dominance pressing over us. Then the great black convoy broke through the mist. Horses cloaked in dark armor. Wolves, massive ones, flanked the carriages on either side. And at the center of it all, King Zed rode atop his obsidian wolf, his silver crown gleaming against his dark hair. His eyes, sharp, almost metallic green, swept over the gathered Alphas.

Noir stared straight at him and said coldly, “This was the Wolf King’s orders before his body was infected with the insect. He foresaw this day and made a series of arrangements. “Now, there’s only one final step left in the Wolf King’s plan. “The leaders of the Western Nations are suspicious and will be uncertain even after they hear news of the Wolf King’s death. They won’t act rashly until they confirm the truth. “That’s the final chance for the Lycantroops to execute the plan. Once the plan is complete, we’ll effortlessly bring down the Western Nations Alliance.” Noir’s words were confident. He had absolute trust in the Wolf King. The Second War God’s eyes flickered upon hearing this, an

They had answered the call. The leader of the eastern packs was a massive wolf named Alpha Thorne. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked hair and eyes the color of steel. He dismounted and walked toward Elara, his boots crunching on the frozen ground. "Queen Elara," he said. "I am Alpha Thorne of the Eastern Reaches. I have brought three hundred wolves to join your cause." Elara inclined her head. "Welcome, Alpha Thorne. Your aid is most welcome."

“A bunch of humans are telling us about fear, can you believe that, Asher?” Asher laughed, he transferred his weight on one foot and folded his arms on his chest, “I’m impressed by their audacity, to be honest.” “It’s him,” Jon yelled and fetched out his gun from his holster, “I mean, it’s them. The white haired is the dragon, and the black haired is the wolf king.” “What? The wolf king?” Their father stood up, “Where are my men? where are all of you?” “Aww, look at that, Asher, they are very much afraid of you, even though they are acting strong,” Alaric chuckled.

The eight wolves were not wolves at all. Their forms shifted. Melted. Revealed something underneath. Eight figures made of shadow and hunger. Eight fragments of the second Void wearing stolen flesh. “No,” Aurora breathed. “That is impossible. They were human. I checked. I verified their bloodlines.”

"Thus the two kings were born." "The 1st king" he pointed to the left side of the centerpiece of the bracelet showing a man in a white robe and a golden crown with his hands raised to something that looked like a green flame. "The peace/wisdom king (Uchendu). And the 2nd king" he pointed to the right of the same centerpiece to show a man in a red outfit with the same posture and crown as the one on the left. "The warrior king (Obiagu)". Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it.

Not when Phaedra was so close to him. Phaedra Mxolisi. The famed and hated concubine of the werewolf king. Scum of the fucking earth. I wouldn’t be surprised if her brother was even worse. “And you let a fucking girl bring you to your knees? How pathetic.” I bit. All of the color drained from his face. “And you are the interim Alpha of a pack you have no connection to. It seems we both have our weaknesses.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I am fulfilling a debt to a friend.”