Royal Husky Kingdom Novels & Stories

Chapter 2. The Misery Once upon a time, in the werewolves' only world, there was a Blackfrost kingdom, located in the Northern region of Wolftopia and surrounded by the eternal ice. The kingdom ruled by an iron fist leader, named King Jayden Blackfrost, an alpha wolf with a big and strong muscular figure and a very handsome face. His eyes were hazel with medium-length black wavy hair. He was everywoman's dream. Unfortunately, despite his good look, he had a hard time finding his mate. The kingdom followed a very strict rule that constrained its people only to be married to his/her destined mate. Of course, as the supreme leader of his kingdom, he must follow the rules.

My mother once told me that it's actually to help the king find his fated mate. When I was younger, I did fantasize about being the king's mate. After all, King Haydn Tude is the most powerful and wise werewolf in the entire kingdom. Every wolf has heard of King Haydn's deeds on the border, where he eliminated rogues and made significant contributions to the kingdom's peace.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

All mixed. “But first,” I said, “we survive. Everything else comes after.” That night, Kael stood on the highest point of pack territory. Took a breath. And howled. Not a normal howl. The Royal Howl. Ancient. Powerful. Carrying across hundreds of miles. Reaching every pack. Every wolf. Every corner of wolf territory. A call. A summons. An announcement. The king had returned. In the distance, other howls answered. Moonstone first. Then Silvercrest. Then Ironwood. Then others. Dozens. Hundreds.

The werewolf warned Leah. "Wait a minute! What's your name?" interrupted Leah. She held the man back for a moment. The man turned his head as Leah's hand grabbed him. Oops! Leah hurriedly released her grip. She didn't want him to misunderstand her. "Jack," the man told Leah. "Jack, nice name too," Leah replied with a murmur. "By the way, is your leader a werewolf too?" she asked curiously. Jack glanced at Leah somewhat irritated by her stupid question. "Alpha is our leader here. Including the king in our kingdom. Do you understand?"

“One, if Japheth killed the king to take over his kingdom, how is he not currently the ruler? And second, how is my child an extraterrestrial kingdom ruler when my husband is a common Earthling?” “Nelacos, you have asked two particularly good questions, and both I shall answer. The reason father sought to hide us is because unless a rightful King’s direct lineage is completely eliminated, another cannot take over total rule of a kingdom. The rule would be limited to only the wasteland areas of a galaxy, not the fully developed kingdoms. Which means that even if I had met my demise on return, Japheth would still not have been able to rule Etherios due to you and your spawn.” Etheria adjusted

She claimed I looked healthier, but I didn’t see it—except that my panties were getting tighter. Sienna and I were introduced to the rest of the guys on duty and ate lunch with them. Hours of hearty laughter and jokes flew by. Drakon offered us a tour of the royal stables, and I was amazed. The horses were robust and healthy, a far cry from the few I had known growing up. The king’s horse was deeper in his larger stable, and we couldn’t see him clearly. “A picky beast, that one,” Groth said, describing Axel. “He has no consistent groomer; his mood can change at any moment.”

Working together, they carefully lifted Ophelia’s unconscious wolf onto a reinforced stretcher specially built for members of the royal family before carrying her toward the palace infirmary. The wolves born into the royal bloodline were noticeably larger than ordinary werewolves. It was one of the traits that had distinguished their family for generations. Their size alone often intimidated opponents before a battle even began. Among them all, the Alpha King’s wolf stood above the rest. Its sheer size and overwhelming presence reflected the strength expected from the kingdom’s ruler. Ophelia’s wolf was impressive in her own right. She was larger than many territorial Alphas and possessed a

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

***** Year 782 of Octavus Akana glanced out over the white valley from the sleigh. He never saw snow before as he was from Auon. A land that consisted of a desert with only a few stones furnished the scorching dunes. This kingdom was the opposite of his homeland. The snow-covered the ground all around the year and any sunlight were scarce in this land.