Royal Husky Kingdom Novels & Stories

His fur was a deep red with naturally orange highlights that made his fur have the same appearance as that of a burning flame. “We are here to speak to Alpha Yash. I am Alpha Dane, and this is my Queen Raya.” I hate to call myself a King, so I still use my title as Alpha. Besides, it saves me the trouble of having to explain how I can be king. Soon enough, everyone will know my true title, but until then I will stick with Alpha.

“Those don’t sound like any mountains I’ve ever heard of.” She was still able to form a coherent sentence, which meant he wasn’t doing his job. With a wicked grin, he twisted lightly on her right nipple as his left hand moved down her stomach. “Unfortunately, the entrance to the Splendid Kingdom isn’t in the mountains. He has to go farther south for that.” He slid his hand down slowly, giving her plenty of opportunity to refuse or push him away. She had yet to allow him this liberty, but today seemed like his lucky day. At least until he reached the snap and zipper on her denim shorts. They were proving difficult to conquer with one hand. “Theovald’s almost at the Splendid Kingdom, but he ha

Brent kept pleading. “Enough,” Wyatt cut off his performance, “tell me where he is.” “Thank goodness! My Prince!” Beta lifted his head with joy, “You still care about Alpha King after all. I will lead you to him, you can leave as soon as you are ready.” “This is not for him,” Wyatt said coldly, “I won’t let the werewolf kingdom be in danger.” He turned around and spoke loudly to his warriors, “I think you all heard it, the bears have aimed their guns at the back of our heads, pulled the trigger, and only one step left.”

"I need a mixed breed, one of the parents must be human. I will then use that person’s wolf to help the pups breathe, to sustain them. Preferably a family member, as that would ensure the wolf will do its best, a bond of blood." For a moment, there was a heavy silence as the Royals looked at each other, their minds racing in search of any cousin. After a few minutes, everyone looked defeated, their hopes dashed. "We have no one, all Royals are full-blooded Lycans," the Queen whispered anxiously. "Oh Goddess, help my daughter-in-law, save my grandchildren!" The King put a soothing arm around her, suppressing his own fears. “Don’t give up, love. We are not done. Please get a hold of yourself.”

He stood up, casually dusting a stray fleck of ash off his leather coat, and flashed a bright, charismatic smile at the assembly. "Greetings, residents of the Wolf Kingdom! My name is Eryx," he announced cheerfully. "Crowned King of the Dragon Clans, Sovereign Guardian of the Eastern Peaks, and proud owner of exactly three hundred and twenty-two premium sheep." Killian blinked, his regal composure entirely derailed by the final metric. "Why on earth do we need to know the specific allocation of your livestock, boy?" Eryx looked deeply, profoundly offended, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because they are exceptionally important to the local ecosystem, Alpha King. And furthermore, Harold i

Jake said in anger. "She is here because she belongs to be here. Nobody has a fucking right to claim her as theirs," Raf’s voice boomed again, and with that, his clan members shifted into their wolves. Jake and the other rogue wolves who came with him also shifted into their wolves. However, there was a massive difference between the wolves belonging to the Royal Clan and the rogue wolves. The wolves of the Royal Clan were giant and muscular, while the rogue wolves were looking like tiny goats in front of them.

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

“As was expected. Your kind’s chosen path did not necessarily warrant a written history. Beasts had no use of the past. But times are changing. I realized your pack in the north is embracing a new form of governance. You are evolving out of the bestial lifestyle your ancestors were known for. “I think this is one of the reasons why your pack was chosen to be part of the hunt. The nature elementals saw that you are capable of handling the challenges of holding the power of the royal blood. Which, your friend, Selene seemed to have.” “What are you talking about?” Archibald was still confused. “What hunt?” “Once the presence of the royal blood became known, the hunting season will start. And th

Hannah's essence spread across the kingdom, he could be in a desert land in the kingdom, and Hannah lying in a bed in the four walls of the castle, and still smell her essence. "What is it you want with my daughter?" "Hannah She has grown so beautiful these past few years,I wish to take her for my own, make her a Queen, she would shine so bright under my proper tutelage, amongst my people, her people. oh! Oh oh oh! Jasper of Moline!" The glee on his face at the sight of Jasper's rage contorted face only made Jasper want him dead, slowly, painfully. "You won't have her , Myeen!" The Athànatoi spat.