One Wolf Two Kings Novels & Stories

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except his kingdom’s survival. Slowly. Painfully. Grey reached for the contract. The hall watched. Every ruler. Every noble. Every merchant. Witnessing the humiliation of the Wolf King. Some of the rulers, Grey noticed, never laughed. They even offered silent prayers to Grey. The Sultan from the South. Some merchants who probably had connections to the Werewolf Kingdom. Even a very few nobles from Aurellia itself. But none of them stood up for Grey at that moment.

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

“If they’re hunting the Adele’s blood, they’ll go for him next.” Bram nodded once and left down the stairs. The wind cut across the stone. The moment he kissed returned in full force making us alone in this wind, warm and dangerous. I could feel my wolf leaning toward him even while the rest of me tried to pull away. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said. “The pack already calls me a witch. If the elders hear about this, they will use it against us.” “Let them.” Rowan’s voice was low. “I am already losing the kingdom. The army is at the pass. The mania is eating what’s left of my mind. The only thing that still feels real is this.”

“He is using a relic of the First Temple. It can punch temporary holes in blood wards.” The iron door behind Silas blew open. Cold night air and the scent of many wolves poured in. Riven’s voice echoed from the corridor. “High Priest. The outer rings are secured. Mic’s men hold the eastern gate. We are ready.” Silas never looked away from Leo. “Last chance, Wolf King,” he said. “Hand over the cub for ‘safekeeping’ until the rite. Or watch every wolf who still answers to the old gods tear your inner ring apart before sunrise.”

Adalwolf It was dark and I was alone this time . But in a way, I could scent her . She was close . I tried to look for her but as her scent drew closer, I saw nothing again . I could feel the deep loneliness . My wolf howled in sorrow . She left me . My other half . My anchor . Then another female wolf came . She was different . Her fur was black with splotches of white . I recognized her but I still could not bring the name to mind .

"And... you're dead." Axel chuckled in my head at my words. 'Our pup is rubbing off on you.' I smirked because she definitely was. I looked up to see the battle still being waged. All of a sudden, I see the Alpha King and his men bombard the field. He came in with a thunderous roar, and the ground shook. His wolf was huge. The royal wolf was an all black wolf with deep red fur on its paws. I could tell his son was here as well. His wolf was all black with the tip of his ears, and his tail tip also looked dipped in that same deep red shade. His bergade came in full force, slaughtering the warlocks. I watched the battle that was being fought and became skeptical.

Book 2 of The Millennium Wolf: King of Alpha's The Millennium Wolf: Pleasure of a Dark Alpha (You're Mine, So Deal With It) Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella) He is a dangerous Psychopath. A wicked Sadist. She is a forbidden fruit that he wants at all cost. A chance encounter with her collides their worlds. Just one mission, a simple task and he made her fucked it up. His father is the King of Alpha's and ruler of supernatural creatures, the Millennium Wolf, but his son calls himself the 'Devil'. Just a glance into his wolf eyes can take your wolf or abilities away.

another male says from our other side. I turn my head and then immediately dip it into a low bow to the regal, statuesque male and his dominating presence. I’ve never met him in person — he left the pack several minutes after we did, and I didn’t see him before we left. But my wolf and I both instinctively recognize our king, the king of all werewolves and lycans, a direct descendant of Conan — King Malachi. “Your Majesty,” Reid says from behind me, his head dipping into a bow as well.

no doubt. A lazy smile was dancing over his lips, matching mine when I opened my eyes. Swiftly he spun, slightly up in the air and he landed in a beautiful black wolf, pure black, shining, his eyes are gorgeous in wolf-form, too. I have seen only Alphas with the same eye colours. Strange! Perhaps they hold more power and rule their community. I don't know.

Okan watches me carefully. “I don’t know if this will help… or hurt,” he says slowly. “What is it?” I ask. He hesitates. “The wolves that crossed our territory… before your alpha and Luna died…” My chest tightens. “I saw them leaving your aunt and uncle’s house.” Everything inside me stills. “I only saw them briefly,” he continues. “One had alpha fur. Tall. Light hair. A scar across his eyebrow.” The world tilts. I know that wolf. The night I met Martin’s brother flashes through my mind.