One Wolf Two Kings Novels & Stories

“Your cousin’s pack.” Alpha Merek swallowed. “They were slaughtered, Your Majesty. We have not forgotten. Many wolves still carry that grief like a stone in the chest. So yes… it is too much to ask of them to embrace hunters. Humans. Unity.” His voice roughened. “It goes against every survival instinct we have ever had.” Xavier said nothing, but his eyes locked onto the alpha with cool understanding. Another noble wolf added, almost reluctantly, “And now… now there are whispers of a new threat rising across the borders. The Rogue King and his consort Crimson Rogue.”

That was not an answer. I swallowed. “Where?” A brief pause. “In my territory.” My fingers tightened in the sheets. If he is the king indeed like the white lady called him, then he is the king ruling all warewolf. That means am in his kingdom. His territory. Not just an alpha’s land. A king’s. My breathing grew shallow, as panicked settled in my nerves. If Alpha are that ruthless then how will a whole king behave, did I just land my self in another hell. Fear grip me for the unknown.

It was the same wolf that stopped Karl. The wolf king. The alpha. It was my first time seeing him in human form, but even from a distance, the difference was obvious. He wasn’t just another wolf. He was the one who couldn't be challenged. His gaze moved slowly and deliberately across the room. The other wolves dared not meet his eyes. His gaze finally landed on me. Karl released me immediately. The impact knocked the air out of me. My body hit the stone. I dropped to the ground hard, hard enough to send a sharp vibration through my spine, hard enough to paralyze me.

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.”

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

Not only did her hands manage to tame the two royal cubs inside the Blackthorne Pack Manor, but her spirit was also able to lock down such a handsome young warrior for her own den. A wolf really cannot judge a book by its leather cover. It truly doesn't matter if a female wolf has a plain face or a royal face, as long as her inner spirit carries massive capability. Tavon quickly loses his desire to stand on the deck. He spins his boots around and runs straight back into the private stone room. There are two other massive Alphas sitting inside the den. One of them is Supreme King Idris, and the other is Magnus Wraith, a close pack brother who shares all their secrets.

Klara was desperately battling her wolf back, she had never known her to be this strong and dominant, the two sides of her mind in a silent battle to the outside world while she could only witness her wolf goading the King… the King of wolves! A descendant of the original wolf. She was panicking as she battled, desperate to take back control and grovel for his forgiveness at her disrespect.

Looking at those ferocious wolves, the two leaned against each other and said in a deep voice, "Let's end this quickly!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them began to fight with more than a dozen wolves. "Ow, woo..." Hearing a wolf among the pack of wolves shout at the sky, Christiano rushed to the Wolf King with his long spear. One wolf fought a life-and-death battle with the other. Soon, both of them were injured in varying degrees. The wolf was particularly aggressive, so it would not give you any extra time to rest. Soon, the Wolf King jumped at Christiano. Lu Shao fell on his knees and fell backward. The spear went straight through the Wolf King's stomach and hung it on the