The Alpha Kings Claim Comic Novels & Stories

The older man's voice thinks for a long moment before answering. "I can't be entirely sure unless I know if he has the shifter genes." Then he takes a beat. "If he's like us, then yes. There might be a threat to his life. If not, then Jean's life is at stake because, after Michael, he's the only man appropriate to lead our pack. He could be the next alpha if Neville obviously lacks his superior genes." The younger male voice is back. "But what about Jean's son? Wouldn't he be threatened since you can't be so sure of Neville's genes?"

"Oh! Is that how you welcome me home father? After many years of sending me away and now the first thing you noticed about me is my late arrival to this meeting at this very morning." I followed his gaze and did not move a tiny muscle surrounding my eyes when I walk closer to sit at the empty chair across him in the table. I'm in for the challenge but he never responded for a couple of seconds so Maleficus starts to discuss the plan on the table. He is good with pretending that nothing happened. "Gentlemen of the Royal pack, we have known that the wolves who hurt the people in the City is non other than the wolves who refuse to recognize the Alpha King and the Moon Goddess. They call themsel

It was a proposal from our allied Alphas. “A peace delegation?” I asked, slowing down to read between the lines. “To Blackwood,” he explained. “They think that the Alpha is hanging over our heads. Especially after the maid’s case, they say that since the Alpha is operating on his own, a pack war will not be advisable or good for Caelthorn’s reputation.” My fingers brushed against the paper. The words were packed with so much care and concern for Kaden and me. I could almost see Missy writing some of the paragraphs herself.

"Here's my answer, Alpha Axel. I'm Alpha King of all these packs. The Supreme Head of these lands. You overstep your bounds daring to ask your king if he's friends with someone you consider an enemy. But let me make you a promise. If anyone, unknown creature or werewolf, threatens my family, the kingdom or my people, I will go after them before you learn of their crime. Or before you find out they exist." "Yes, your majesty," says Bradley. "We know what you're capable of." Justin laughs out loud at those words before quickly saying, "Sorry. Go on." "Forgive my friend," says Brad. "I apologize on his behalf." Axel lowers himself to his seat, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Another Alph

For a long time, he typed, deleted, and retyped, but never hit send. By the time the entire pack of cigars was gone and the smoke thinned into the night, he closed his eyes and finally sent a single message: [Three days from now, there's the Alpha gathering. I'll be bringing Lilith as my companion. I've arranged a servant's pass for you. Behave yourself, and don't cause trouble.] … At the grand Alpha banquet, Alexander arrived with Lilith on his arm, every inch the devoted protector. Only when the Alpha King appeared did he finally tear his gaze away from her and raise his glass in salute.

"Everything is set, Alpha." Without a word, he got in. Daniel, another beta, seemed loyal until he proved otherwise. Unlike the previous generation, they lived in a more modernized society. Every wolf was supposed to belong to a pack, and now to an alpha. So did Daniel. He was supposed to bow, but he didn’t. He sought his way out of the pack and made something for himself—a one-man army, he had said he wanted to become. Asher allowed it after warning him to stay low and in his lane while following the rules of the wolves. But now Daniel seemed to think of him as a rival.

"I know enough." "Then you know why I can't just sit here and say thank you." My hands have curled into fists in my lap without my permission. "You're the Alpha King. The most powerful wolf alive. And you're telling me the moon goddess looked at everything that already happened to me and decided I deserved a second chance at the exact same thing." He frowns. A cold look settling on his face. "I'm not him."

“I’m the heir of Red Fang. And my pack died because of you.” The light from the pendant shot outward, hitting the circle. The masks shattered. Underneath, the Council wasn’t wolves. They were something else. Something older. Their skin was pale, eyes black, teeth too sharp. “Abominations,” the Alpha King growled. The creatures lunged. --- The fight was brutal. The Alpha King moved like lightning, tearing through the first two creatures before they could blink. Luna fought beside him, faster than she’d ever been, the bond giving her strength she didn’t know she had.

From the fiber in my legs, up to my core and gut, it only resulted in a strong breath that cooled my lungs. I was trying to remain calm. Despite the horrible situation I was trapped in, I couldn't do anything. Today was the day that everything I loved was swept under me, leaving me alone hanging in the air, prone to the ferociousness of these beasts, and at any second, they could leave me to break into infernal misery. I would die forever. No matter how terrible the names sounded, the Alpha King and Beta King were far worse in reality, I heard. They could annihilate the world before them, and rule in dominance over everything they wanted. Such were their servants. Villainous malignance was o

However, the moment I heard the castle gate open and saw the Lycan king’s warriors returning, it dawned on me that Bulma was telling the truth. The leader of the warriors went to the throne room to report to their king. I followed behind him without wasting time. When I got to the throne room and the warrior leader noticed I was there, he begged the king to send me away so he could deliver the message he had. But I refused, and then the king insisted that he delivered the message right there in my presence — whatever it was. The warrior leader removed his mask and began to make his report to the king. “The Alpha King has called off the alliance. He sent his regards to you,” said the warrior