Scarred Wolf Queen Novels & Stories

As my gaze locked on the two wolves facing off in the center. Scarlett stood on one side, her brown wolf growling low in her throat, her muscles tense as she prepared to lunge. She thought she had a chance. She thought Seraphina would be weak like before. But she had no idea what was coming. Seraphina’s wolf, Ella, was something out of a legend. A massive, pure white wolf with piercing white eyes, her fur gleaming under the moonlight. Power radiated from her, thick and suffocating, making every single pack member watching tremble. Even Scarlett hesitated for a fraction of a second—a second too long. A deep, guttural growl ripped through the air before Seraphina pounced. Fast. Too fast. Befor

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me nervous about my wolf though, esp

"You can't... you can't just choose to be happy! You owe the world your pain!" "I don't owe the world anything," I said, my voice ringing with a power I had never felt before. It wasn't violet. It wasn't white. it was a brilliant, blinding silver. "I am Esmeralda Knight. I am the Queen of the Wolves. And I am whole."

"Now that you have mentioned it, I am glad I am not the only one who sees it. When she first joined the pack about two years ago, Aria was a carefree human. We all thought she was human but were later proved wrong. She is actually one of the strongest wolves in history. In fact, she is a Lycan. The Queen's wolf and hers are said to be twins. However, that very year, soon after her luna ceremony, she left the pack. She was accused of hurting a pack member and the gamma's daughter. She did not bother with an explanation since everyone believed the one-sided story. I recall that she tried explaining but she was not given a chance. All I recall is her saying that Scarlett, gamma Sawyers's daught

A bond had grown between us that even rivalled mine and Katherine's. Bowing my head, I folded my hand over Sonja's. A sigh broke my lips and I lit the cigarette hanging between my lips. They were worried. So was I. But not just for my daughter. What Twila had said struck a cord within me. I had wolves amongst me. Mortal wolves that would one day die. I could lose half of them in the span of a few years whilst the rest of us lived on. Sophie would perish alongside them. If Katharine could gain control of herself. If Levi could help her, maybe I could save my family. Save the women whom I have cherished most of my life.

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

The intense chase continued through the twisting, shadowed paths of the woods, with Veronica refusing to yield ground for her survival. Driven by survival instincts and a fierce will for her survival, she rebounded and boldly faced the rogue wolves. The once-aggressive wolves found themselves overcomed and annoyed by her. She was now empowered by a wave of intractable courage. With a definitive, thundering howl that echoed through the forest, she boldly chased the rogue wolves, leaving them to retreat in disarray and defeat. She transformed back to her human form, and it felt like the pain of the rejection became worse. She managed to get to where her clothes were, but they were torn.

She is a wolf. “You never smell like a human. Why are you pretending to be one, little wolf? We can take things slowly, like starting a relationship like a human. I promise not to scare you,” I mutter. “I will treat you nicely, Queen. Please accept me.” I can see a great deal of hatred in her eyes as she speaks, “Oh, you have figured out my identity. You are indeed bad news. I don’t need a mate, and I will never accept you. Don’t let your wildest dream become reality before you sink into something unreal. You are nothing but a mere dreamer. I won’t acknowledge you as mine.”

The wolf packs recognized me as the wolf princess they could trust with their lives. No longer was I the Zendaya who had to hide behind someone. Now, I was the leader who protected her kingdom. I also visited the rogues who once attacked me. They weren't dead, but they had been given the punishment they deserved. Their self-healing powers were destroyed. For the rest of their lives, they would beg for scraps on the filthiest streets.

Besides the high tech security fixtures and armed guards outside and in a separate office, it was just like a well-designed apartment. The moment he walked through the door to her home, a large red and brown wolf with distinct burn marks on her front paws appeared from around the wall. Her fur was singed and Keion could immediately see why they called her the Darkened Wolf; her face and body looked like they were covered in soot. Looking down at her paws once again made his blood run cold in his veins, wondering how much pain she had felt as she had burned. If she wasn’t so disfigured, Queen Nomusa Chule would have been a truly regal creature.