One Wolf Two Kings Novels & Stories

Over the years they had found that others were looking for the King and no one could be trusted. The 25 warriors were ready to fight and were waiting for word from the scout that was sent out 20 minutes ago. When they got the mind link, they all headed towards the stream, where the scout said they would find him. What they didn’t expect was a snow-white wolf with big green eyes protecting who they knew without a doubt was their King. They watched as she attacked a rogue. They knew he was a rogue with the deformities he had. The wolves that turned on their own King 100 years ago, were all cursed so that all the living packs would know that their forefather were traitors.

Around her sat the leaders of the Mountain Pack and the emissaries who had come from Shadow Creek—Donovan, her mother, and the council elders. "The Shadow King is a wolf like no other," Donovan reported, his face grim. "He emerged from the eastern wastes six months ago, claiming to be the heir of the First Wolves. He's been gathering followers ever since, promising them power and glory." "He's a liar," Seraphina said flatly. "The First Wolves have no heirs. They're spirits, not bloodlines." "Maybe." Donovan's voice was heavy. "But he's convinced thousands of wolves. He's built an army that could overwhelm any pack in the region."

“Are you looking for something specific in this book?” “Not really.” I turn the pages, looking at the handwritten cursive ink. Raphael caresses my shoulder, watching me. “The Battle of the Fallen.” I skim through the pages and begin to read the book out loud. “The Raven Wolf King was locked in battle with the High Wolf King. Early 15th century. The battle raged for days until both monarchs finally met in battle, locking in a gruesome sword fight. Ravens flocked to their master as they waited to do his bidding. The High Wolf King fought with valor with all odds stacked against him, for the Raven Wolf King was known for his resilience and invincibility—the devil man was known not to die.” I re

He came to this place as an Elder to resolve a territorial dispute. I saw him up close for the first time at a tense standoff. A local werewolf pack and a human merchant's caravan had a dispute over territory. The werewolves from both sides had already half-shifted, baring their fangs and claws. The air was thick with a frenzied scent. That was when Austin appeared. Dressed in a neat uniform, he slowly walked into the crowd alone. The scent on him—calm like the deep sea, and yet boundless—instantly subdued the entire scene. It was an Alpha pressure that was completely different from Jordan's, seeming more restrained and powerful.

But how the fuck was I supposed to name a mate from among these pitiful creatures without walking straight into yet another failure? But Ghere must have read my wave to proceed as the signal to begin the rite, because he stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ladies, I know the day has been difficult, but I assure you, you are safe here. The King Himself, Casimir Augustus Klane, is here to greet and assess you. Despite our, er, unconventional beginning, I hope you understand that it is a great honor to stand here today. The King of Wolves seeks a mate. A human mate. You alone have been selected from among your kind for his consideration.”

Her eyes scanned the crowd for her friends and her heart started to pound as soon as she saw them. The Wolf King His men had been keeping an eye on the pack and, according to them, it seemed as though they were really here for a wedding. He was starting to get awfully agitated with the entire situation since he was getting two different stories from two different sides and he wanted to plan his attack. He needed to know exactly what they were up to so that he could decide if he was going to keep some of them to add to his collection. He could use every strong wolf on his side in the coming war against the rest of them.

She is making me sick with the words coming from her mouth. That’s when he appeared. The King Wolf, dad showed us a picture once. He has a yellow eye, which distinguishes him as part of the royal family. He takes Summer’s hand, but Summer said she had twin Alpha mates? When a second man, identical to the Wolf King, took her other hand. My mind is blown when one of them tells us that Summer doesn’t have twin Alpha mates. But in fact, her mates, the Wolf King and Carly, had just confessed to the attempted murder of the Luna Queen. As well as the attempted murder of the princes and princess of the Wolf Kingdom.

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of

Keris POV Two massive wolves race close behind me. No matter how fast I go, I don't outrun them. Their hearts and mine beat together. The two are my lover, my mate and my protector. Just as I am theirs. Or his. Both wolves are the Alpha King. It doesn't take long for us to lose the others. His brother's presence was the first to fade. Perhaps Zach told all of them to leave us alone.

Rebel snarled. The coward refused to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his head was turned as if he couldn’t meet Rebel’s eyes, lest he find death there. “Clint, sir. Clint.” Rebel snarled. “And who am I, Clint?” Clint whimpered. “King. You’re king,” he cried. “King of the Misfit Wolves.” “That’s right.” Rebel traced the dull edge of the blade over the other wolf’s throat. “And whose kindness allows you to live?”