Royal Husky Kingdom Novels & Stories

“Kingston Pack is one of the most feared pack, Luna, if not one of the most feared, it IS the most feared pack aside from the Royal bloods themselves of course. We had gone into a lot of missions, took down several packs that were crossing ours and doing illegal activities that affected us. One of the richest as well. And I do not know if you are already aware of this, but, the pack is also backed by a Royal family, however, the identity of the Royal bloods that are backing our pack is not known to anyone, only the Alpha and Beta knows, and perhaps a few as well. But it is not known to everyone in the pack.” I frowned in confusion. “Backed by a Royal family? Is it not that all packs are unde

The King picked it up with hands that shook, turning to face his daughter. "There comes a time in every Royals life, where we need to honor the past," The King spoke, strength from his wolf lending power to his voice, and the people stood taller, respecting the Alpha before them, "Many of you have watched my daughter grow up, waiting for the moment when she presented her mate and I could relinquish my duty to the kingdom, free to enjoy my golden years."

And for the first time, I really fucking looked at him. Black fur. Pure fucking black. My attention snapped to his eyes. Golden. Bright, unmistakable golden eyes stared back at me. Something inside me went completely still. What the fuck? “Damian.” Bruce had noticed it too. Of course he had. Black fur. Golden eyes. There were characteristics certain bloodlines carried. Traits that could appear throughout generations and occasionally surprise the hell out of everyone. But those two together? No. Black fur and golden eyes belonged to Royal wolves. They were the physical mark of our bloodline.

This was who I truly was—not just a woman who wore a crown, but a wolf who led a kingdom. The massive entrance doors swung open, revealing a sight that stole my breath. The courtyard below was filled with wolves—hundreds of them, representing every pack in the kingdom. Their fur ranged from pure white to deepest black, with every shade of brown, gray, and russet between. Some bore the distinctive markings of ancient bloodlines, others the battle scars of hard-won respect. As we appeared, a hush fell over the gathered wolves. Then, as one, they lowered their heads in a bow of respect.

The tousled, dyed hair was packed up in a messy man bun, tendrils escaping in wisps framing his hard face. “Boss.” Draken acknowledged, so tall that even though he slouched, he still towered imposingly. “I’ll take full responsibility for this, the men underestimated the Alpha King.” He immediately explained. “I replaced the men too, we should hear good news soon.” “Good.” Rome muttered, still in a particularly dark mood and it wasn’t because a pesky Alpha King had shown up on his front doors unannounced or even the fact that sloppy men were making it into his ranks but a particularly irritating pair of ice blue eyes.

The Royal Crimson Bar lived up to its reputation. Creatures of the night and humans mingled as they raised their drinks to the air and danced to the beat of the bustling music. The night hasn't yet reached its peak but humans flocked to this place without regard to the safety code the World Government established to protect them from the creatures of the night. Fifty years ago, the world dramatically changed after a phenomenon struck it with the revelation that the creatures of the night really exist and not some type of fiction that could be read in novels.

They stand in battles with the North for ages and their weapons can destroy anything that comes their way. The white moon of the West is known for its medicines and poison. They are the weakest in terms of physical strength but they are not someone to be a mess with. They live harmoniously with the human territory; you can say that they are the calmest pack. Golden arid of the East known for their kin eyesight and art battle. The desert is their habitat, which resulted in their unique area of battle. Once you cross their territories there is no going back. The only faction that does not follow them is the Central Kingdom known as the Royalties. They are believed to be the descendants of the

"Y-You're highness, I-I am Louis Ronnenburgh. The third s-son of the Duke and twin brother o-of your wife—" "...and why the fuck are you the one here? Where's your sister? The Duke can't possibly set me up to marry a boy!" "My s-sister has been missing so they made me her r-replacement until she is fou—" "DOES THE HOUSE RONNENBURGH TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!?" The Prince raised his voice. "N-No! It's not like that your highness!" He pushed Louie away and began to look hostile. "JUST BECAUSE I'M THE MOST UNFAVORED SON OF THE EMPEROR DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I AM THE IMPERIAL PRINCE RUSSEL HEILSONNE!!"

I am the fourth child of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian, and I carry that bloodline with pride. The Royals started a program to help save the European wolves two years ago, according to the rumors. They allow you passage to American and train you. In return, you join the Royal Army, which seems extremely reasonable to me. The Royal Army has fought for over 50 yrs, and The Kings fight in every battle. They stand for every single wolf, and I plan to stand next to them. I finally made some connections and got myself a spot on the Royals ship. Tomorrow at 9 am I leave. I was supposed to leave with the group I was camping with... we will see how many make it tomorrow.

“They’re small, but loyal to the throne.” I glanced at Kaelen. He gave a short nod, his expression unreadable as always. “Let’s hope they remember that loyalty.” As we descended the slope, the scent of pine and smoke grew stronger. Wolves in light brown cloaks emerged from between the huts, their faces cautious but not hostile. One stepped forward — a tall man with streaks of silver in his hair and a broad scar across his jaw. “Alpha King” he greeted, bowing slightly. “I hadn’t expected a royal visit.”