Scarred Wolf Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were covered by dark strands of hair. "They say he is a Katharos. His Majesty will be happy that they caught one." Her handmaiden Elda continued to explain. A Katharos? A werewolf of royal blood. And now here he was as a prisoner. That must hurt his pride. werewolves were prideful creatures. All of them fought when they were brought here, unwilling to succumb to their enemies. Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of defiance and he had more than anyone she had seen before. They covered his entire back, not leaving any skin untouched.

I know she doesn't want me to see her scars, but I need to clean the bite so it doesn't get infected. I pull the sweater and her undershirt over her head, leaving only her bra underneath. Part of me is left in awe at the woman in front of me, and the other half is lethally growling in the back of my head, ready to tear apart the person who caused all of this. My fingertips trace the top of a few scars, recognising them from the memory of my father using his knife against her, and I feel my wolf surfacing again.

“No, I remember exactly who the enemy was. And I remember who stood beside me when we cut the bastard down. I remember who carried your brothers’ and sisters’ bodies from the battlefield while the rest of you howled and broke. Don’t talk to me about loss. Don’t you dare lecture me on sacrifice.” The scarred wolf stepped forward again, meeting her head-on. “Then prove it, Queen. Prove that the crown on your head wasn’t just handed down because you killed your father.” A sharp silence fell over the grounds. Koa growled inside her, furious and amused all at once. They forget, little Queen. They forget it was you who built this from ash. Time to remind them. The scarred wolf’s words cut the air

Threw myself at Thomas. He backhanded me. I flew. Crashed. Tasted blood. “Pathetic,” Thomas said. “Your mate is being bound and you can barely stand. Some alpha daughter you are.” He was right. I was weak. Broken. Nothing. But I was not alone. A howl split the night. Long. Loud. Furious. Kade’s sister burst through the trees. Her black wolf was massive. Beautiful. Deadly. And behind her came more wolves. A dozen of them. Rogues. Outcasts. Survivors from the Blackwood massacre.

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

' Scarlett frowned, 'Hmm... We are not a regular wolf, Scarlett.' Ulva said, 'We are a warrior, a queen of wolves, we are the daughter of the Moon Goddess...'

" The maids said Scar...I mean Queen Scarlett is refusing to let anyone touch her. She is still in the same state...she needs you your Highness ." The reality of what has happened hits me like a truck.And I clench my fists. Getting up. I slightly wobble. The effect of alcohol mild now. To breathe heavily. She needs us. My wolf urges me too. To my surprise. He rarely supports my decision when it comes to women. He hated Camilia....and me even touching another female other than his mate. But with Scarlett, it's different. He doesn't feel disgusted. Instead he wants me to hold her right now. To touch her. To share her pain.

music started playing announcing the queen then the queen walked in. She looked around 18 years old, and she was the one that smelled amazing. As soon as I looked in her eyes my wolf was running around shouting MATE!! MATE!! MATE!! I gasped she didn’t even have her wolf yet not to mention she thinks she’s HUMAN I screamed at my wolf. When it was my chief turn to speak to the queen, I stood behind him and looked at the queen. I was shocked to see she had blonde hair and blue eyes that were the traits only the werewolf royalty could have. I noticed she was staring at me as well. I guess it was because of the mate bond even though she didn’t have her wolf, yet she would next week on her 19th b

The first stop at the dungeons was Scarlett’s cell. There was no way I would have known it was Scarlett’s cell if Killian didn’t say so with a chilling grin on his face. She was in wolf form and her wolf looked nothing like an Alpha wolf. Scars and fleas covered the wolf's body. Thin and emaciated, she looked more like a starved Omega wolf than a proud Alpha.

A number of the wolves had yellow eyes that moved in the dark beyond. The air stank of wet fur and iron, and under it was a sharp and chemical scent that did not belong to any living thing. Bram held the line at the edge, his voice sounded scraped as he ordered the archers up and the shields locked. "Front rank, brace! Second rank, spears! Do not let them through the gap!" A section of the gate buckled inward with a scream of metal. Three mutated wolves forced the opening. Seeing that, Sarlen could no longer stay in the back. He went straight into the gap, his hybrid strength meeting the first beast head-on. Claws met claws. The impact shook the stone and dust into the air.