Princess-wolf Novels & Stories

"Mate, what does that mean?" He suddenly parked the car. "Princess, this is actually not the right place and right time to tell you all these but I have to if I don't want to keep you in the dark anymore. Paradise Creek……" "Is a pack of werewolves," I completed his statement for him. "Not just that Babe, it's a home of mystic creatures except Vampires" he replied. "How much do you know, Princess?" "You're a werewolf and so are Tommy and Ivy as well as Liam, I think I just found that out right now,"

We all waited quietly for Mira to speak. Mira dabbed the sweat from her brow and used some unfamiliar tools to check on me. The equipment filled half the room, spilling out into the reception area. After her examination, she looked up, a wide grin spreading across her face. "I can confidently say, Her Highness, the Princess, is in perfect health! Your awakening must’ve happened. Have you met your wolf yet?" I gave a small nod. "Her name is Juniper. She’s a kind and understanding wolf."

Despite being a princess, member of the royal family and Luna to one of the strongest pack’s she is still very down to earth. She is 5′7" tall and is a true beauty, she has a thin fit body with curves at all the right places. Her skin is fair and looks a little pale in complexion but complements her beauty perfectly. She has dark brown eyes and straight long dark brown hair that reaches below her lower back, she has a round face and beautiful natural red lips. Her beauty could make anyone feel jealous of because everyone wanted to be as beautiful as she was, her wolf is the size of an average Alpha size wolf, dark brown in colour with black streaks in her fur, complimenting her beauty.

Some would even say a force to be reckoned with. When she shifted for the first time on her fourteenth birthday along with the prince, it had taken us all by surprise. Prince Kellen had wanted her next to him for his first shift. Little did we know Lamia had also gotten her wolf and her wolf had decided to also come out. That wasn’t the surprising part. What took everyone’s breath away and stunned us was her wolf was HUGE, as big as the Princes, and her wolf was Pitch black with a white stripe across her eyes and emanated power that of a royal.

The announcer who had stepped away from her, tried to dissuade her but she kept her eyes on Ambrose. “The plaque of the First King stated that the White Wolf was the Inheritor of the King’s Seal. Are you the White Wolf?” He may not be the white wolf, but he was a brutal beast, moron! Laylin felt her own heart shiver just at the sight of the fuming beast. She shuddered, stepping several steps back as many else did. Princess Scarlet held out her hand and the stranger with strangely similar features and eyes as the Rakhbar Princess handed her a white wolf head glowing sculpture. It was the size of a real wolf’s head.

I answered. My father stared at me as if there was something I said that I didn’t hear myself say. All of these things are discoveries about me and the worse part is, it used to happen to me but not as often as it does now and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t bothered by it. “The Prince is yet to know who she is but everything that has happened shows that she isn’t an ordinary wolf. It reminds me of the night the princess was born,” The priestess of our pack spoke.

Their five-year-old son fidgets beside them as he glares at the guests, worried for his new sister's safety with so many wolves around. Alphas, Lunas and other high-ranking wolves wait patiently in the crowd as the chanting from the palace Witch rings a gentle melody around the room. Today is the one-month mark of Princess Isabella Nightlock, signaling that the new born werewolf princess is strong enough to survive in this world. As the chanting continues, the Witch sprinkles moon dust over different crystals placed to the side of the princess.

Prince Zion whispered in a small voice. "Buffern weste nive!" Stefan chanted another spell to help the prince summon the beast. After a few seconds a dark wolf with big fangs came out from the hurricane. It's eyes were red and scary. "Help!" the princess shouted in fear. She don't know exactly why on earth a big wolf would suddenly appear from a hurricane. But one thing is clear to her now, she needs to escape before this scary carnivorous animal torn her body apart and ate her for dinner.

She deal with any one including, those old enough to be her great grandfather mercilessly. She was truly beautiful and at times I wish I was her, beautiful with a lovely soul and character. Princess Erica knows that everyone hates her but she does not care, rather she becomes worse day by day. Regardless of her beauty, many men had sought her hand in marriage. She had turned down all the whole marriage proposals and told her parents who she wants, Prince Philip. Prince Philip was the prince of the most powerful wolf kingdom, Black Blood Moon Crimson Kingdom. Like I had once said, there are two most powerful wolf Kingdoms in all wolf lands. The first was Black Blood Moon Crimson and the seco

she said, hitting her hands on the bed. Reading out good things about these monsters called wolves wasn’t really on my to-do list today but if it would make her happy. “Fine, sweetie.” “Thank you, mummy!” She pecked me in return and returned to her sleeping position. “Once upon a time, in a magical land where wolves and people lived happily together, there was a princess. She was beautiful with her long golden hair and radiant golden eyes.” ‘Sound familiar?’ Melora asked. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I replied.