The Bride Of The Wolf King Novels & Stories

he was mumbling. " Darn!!!" he frustratedly scratches his head. Just when I could tame all the wolves keeper, and now here is one of them who's...damn! How would I even describe her? Rysher thinks. He rose from his seat and screamed for one of his spies to come over. " What is it Lycan King?" asked the man whose head was kept down before him. " The Ultima of the Howling Valley... I want you to dig more information about her," he ordered. The spy agreed, and after bowing again, he hurriedly leave the place.

I scrolled back to the top of the article “That’s the Z guy” “Yeah, remember the story we were all told at school about the witch who was the Wolf Kings mate?” “Yeah, she was forced to marry another witch to strengthen to coven. She tried to fight it as she was mated to the wolf king. She was forced anyway, the night of her wedding the wolf king went to rescue her. The husband killed his wife, the wolf kings mate in front of him telling the wolf king he did not want a soiled bride” Chad looked at me worry written all over his face “Why is there a picture of Jill in the article?”

“Put me down.” “No. I’m not totally clueless about humans. I’m always studying their ways and I’m familiar with carrying a bride over the threshold the first time she enters their shared home. We’re mated as far as I’m concerned, the wedding is just paperwork for your world but you’re mine, honey. I’m carrying you to bed and showing you the proper respect you deserve by following your valued traditions.” It was so sweet she didn’t have the heart to tell him that most guys didn’t toss

Whoever earned the king's heart would always receive the wholehearted support of the entire kingdom. Finally, it was time for the groom to kiss the bride. After seeing how calm Alex had been throughout the ceremony, Anna expected nothing more than a brief, ceremonial kiss, just as he had done during their wedding at the church. Instead, the moment their lips met, Alex deepened the kiss. He gently claimed her lips in a lingering, affectionate kiss.

This was what they were fighting for the simple right to live without fear. As if sensing her thoughts, Damien looked toward her. "What?" She smiled softly "Nothing." This time when his hand found hers, she squeezed back. Far beyond Shadowfang's borders, hidden among the trees, a rogue scout watched the celebration from afar. His eyes tracked the movement of the wolves without a word, he turned and disappeared into the darkness. Hours later, he knelt before the Witch Queen and Rogue King. "They’ve had their mating ceremony" The Witch Queen smiled coldly The Rogue King raised an eyebrow. "You seem pleased."

She looked at her husband, and she saw the King she had fallen in love with—a man who would burn the world down to protect his pack. King Jake walked to the center of the room and drew his sword, the silver blade shining with a light that seemed to drive back the shadows that were creeping across the floor. He raised the sword high, and the sound of his voice was like thunder that could be heard by every wolf in the forest.

Alpha Alex shook his head. He laughed loudly before he clasped on her cheek. "I think I can see why my wolf likes you so much" He kissed her forehead and turned around to continue packing. He left Amelia confused and frozen on the spot. Amelia curled up her brow in amusement. She had never heard of a werewolf that turned down sex. Was he for real? And her husband at that! She shook her head, calmed herself and decided to try again. "Alpha Alex. You know you and I have duties that rest on our shoulders to make heirs for the throne. It's about time we started doing them. Yes! I know I said we should wait but I revoke my statement. Let's start now"

--- The great hall was filled with wolves. They had come from every corner of the Dominion, from every pack, every family. They had come to celebrate their queen, to honor her victory, to share in her joy. The hall was decorated with flowers and banners, their colors bright and festive. The tables were laden with food and drink—roasted meats, fresh bread, sweet pastries, and flagons of ale and wine. The air was filled with laughter and music, the sound of wolves singing and dancing.

Arthur was in the cage listening to the noise, their prompting footsteps, the memory of the day his wolf family was murdered. On the day that the man in white armor appeared, the moonlight was also very round and huge, but red like blood. That night, in order to protect the territory, protect the young wolves and Arthur, nearly all the adult wolves were stabbed to death under cold-blooded spears and swords.

"You explain it." Welyn turned to Cordin who held the Fox to his chest and scooted away fast. "I'm not saying anything!" How could he possibly explain to the humans that their Prince got married to the Elf King during a full moon with the Earth Spirit as a witness and also got pregnant with quadruplets? As an Elf, he had super hearing and was able to eavesdrop on their conversation while concealing himself but the humans had no idea that their Prince got knocked up by the Elf King. What did they expect him to say?