One Wolf Two Kings Novels & Stories

"Maku yabo ga dana kuma mãtãta. Zai girma ya zama babban m sarki, daya braver fiye da ko da ni ne. Zai yi sarauta mulkokin zuwa yanzu da kuma m, ya mamaye cikin garũruwa zuwa gabas da yamma da kuma kudu ... shi Wolf Kambori. Kuma ni Raye-Raye Da Wolves, sarki cewa bayar da ɗana, nan gaba, Sarkin, da wannan ƙasa, tare da wannan ikon. (Toast to my son and my wife. He will grow up to be a valiant king, one braver than even I am. He will rule kingdoms far and wide, he dominates the lands to the east and the west and the south... he is Wolf Claw. And I am Dances With Wolves, the king that provided my son, future king, with this land, with this power.)

An older wolf with a grey beard and a heavy German accent steps forward ever so slightly as he eyes Codyn, he drops to a knee and asks him, “Who defeated him? Was it you? Who is king now?” He was respectful and Codyn seemed to appreciate that. “There is not only a new King, there is also a Queen, finally,” he adds the last word with a small smile and the elder wolf cocks his head slightly. As the crowd continues to speak among themselves and the whispers turn into a roar of voices the elder wolves eyes never leave Codyn and he slowly stands before turning to the crowd and ordering them loud, and confident, to be quiet. He turns back to Codyn and waits.

I scrambled to my feet just in time to see everything go to shit. Both Kings had shifted. In the center of the courtyard, two massive wolves were now grappling. Darian’s wolf was huge with fur so dark it was practically black. Valen’s wolf was the same ash-brown beast from my vision. They were going at each other mercilessly with teeth and claws.

“Five years ago, we were sent into Kisatchie Forest on another stupid mission. We were supposed to pick off any wolves we found to weaken the Moon Edge pack.” I listened intently, my grip on my drink tightening. I didn’t like where this story was going, but I didn’t say anything or try to stop Oscar from telling it. “We found a wolf—a female on her own. We were a group of five. The odds were good. Unfair. We chased her through the woods. We were going to kill her,” Oscar said, eyes fixed on the bar top. “But other wolves came to her rescue. They killed my comrades—my friends. I was the only one who got away.”

Azerai and Miguel greet each other briefly with waves, then the former gives me one last suspicious look before heading back the way we came, blending into the shadows. Two steps later I can't see him anymore. I feel movement near my arm and look down. The Wolf King is touching the cape his brother lent me between his index finger and thumb. He doesn't ask or say anything. Me neither. With a silent nod, he takes me by the waist and lifts me up onto the horse before I can think. “Hold on,” is all he says, then he climbs up behind me, grabs the reins, and the horse gives an elegant forward thrust.

He stopped at the alpha twins and spoke to them slightly before continuing down the line. All was going well until Barbara a girl who was stood next to me, decided she needed to fucking sneeze. The kings head shot to towards us so suddenly that I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash, his eyes widened dramatically as he made and kept eye contact with me, his breath hitched in his throat, as the rest of the wolves and humans looked between me and the king. Mine and Barbara's head instantly bowed out of respect for the royal wolf.

Alpha Vega and his Beta continued to claw and slice at the vicious lycans until little to none was left. The king Alpha had the last wolf under his feet and ready to rip out another limp when he heard a sound of dry log being snapped right ahead of him. Looking up ahead, another wolf came out of the dark and stood staring at him as if he was daring the King to do it if he could. Alpha Vega could feel the energy vibrating off the new wolf who stood with a disfiguring scar trailing along the base of his right eyes. He must be the Rogue king. He had that wind of authority around him.

“The pack lands are not sovereign nations. They’re on this country’s soil. We’ve been here for generations. We’re citizens of this country, just like everyone else. What the hell makes us ‘sovereign’ to you?” “That was before werewolves were discovered,” the agent replied calmly without missing a beat. “Now that your kind has been officially recognized, the government has determined that your pack lands operate under their own laws and leadership. Alphas are considered tribal chiefs, and your territories are being treated as independent nations. Therefore, all werewolves are classified as foreign entities.” I felt my hands clench into fists at my sides. “So you’re just deciding that all the

With each passing hour, his worries grew deeper, fueling a growing restlessness within him. Summoning his loyal servant werewolves to his side, King Rico commanded their attention. The formidable creatures, their eyes gleaming with a mix of obedience and anticipation, assembled before him. The grand hall echoed with the sound of their heavy footsteps as they formed a semi-circle around their king. "My loyal werewolves," King Rico's voice resonated through the chamber, commanding authority. "We have a pressing matter at hand. Rogers has gone missing, and we must find him at all costs. He is our blood, and his absence threatens our kingdom."

It's an old tradition that the kingdom must have an Alpha and Luna at all times . This has been hard for Orion as our father has been deteriorating a lot lately . Orion has been running the royal pack for the past three years on his own . The mention of the golden wolf has me intrigued as it is so rare but sparks a memory from my childhood . “Golden wolf did you say “ I ask with a frown .