The Bride Of The Wolf King Novels & Stories

The air was thick with anticipation as Ethan stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for his bride to appear. A hushed silence fell over the courtyard as the bride, ethereal in her beauty, made her grand entrance. Ava, Ethan's beloved sister and his most trusted confidante, walked beside her, her smile radiating warmth and love. The guests marveled at the sight, captivated by the bride's grace and the palpable love that enveloped the couple. The ceremony proceeded, guided by the words of the pack elders, who spoke of love, commitment, and the sacred bond shared by werewolves. Ethan and his bride exchanged vows, their voices filled with sincerity and devotion, pledging to

It was a beautiful and lovely big wolf. Everyone was memerised at the sight of his wolf. He was the legendary black wolf everyone has being waiting for. He was the alpha of all alphas. "awoooooo! Awooooooo! Awoooo! " The pack was beginning to yell after him even though they haven't shifted. The crowd calmed down after some minutes of noise. After about thirty minutes of some inaudible words form the witch and some other people the time came and the prince was crowned the king.

I don't have a wolf and she knows it as she showed me her vicious claws. "Stand up," she ordered. Abandoning my food I scrambled up to my feet. "Very unattractive, I wonder how Krist thinks you are suitable for this job." She eyed me with disdain. I watched her pull out a blood dagger and handed it to me. Bewildered I took it. My eyes shooting a million questions at her. "Participating in the Bride Selection is just a tip in the ice," Amanda laughs enjoying my distress. "What matters is that you must kill the Alpha King Damien as soon as he marks you as his bride."

As I got to the base of the stairs, Lily handed me over to Darwin, and he gently led me before the pack elder, who was officiating the ceremony. “Everyone rise! We are gathered here to witness the joining ceremony between our King Darwin and his foreign bride, Miss Lydia Shapiro. We shall also witness the joining between Alpha Wilson of the fallen Moonlight pack and our Princess Freya." The elder called out loudly as the music came to a gentle stop and the guests rose. Something was wrong. I could feel it. “Drusilla, stop it. You’re making me nervous. What’s wrong?” I asked my wolf for what seemed to be the gazillionth time, but like always, she just howled and ignored me.

Her silence offered me no respite, and I didn’t dare look at her. When the church came into view, I stepped out and turned just in time to see her approach. The sight of her made the air catch in my lungs. April stood radiant, clad in a shimmering wedding ballgown that seemed to have been crafted by celestial hands. The fabric hugged her frame with perfection, the intricate lace and flowing layers making her look like a vision from a dream. She moved with grace, her every step captivating, but my heart thudded with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. "Do you, Wolf King Duncan Blackwood, take April Storm as your wife, your mate, and your Wolf Queen?" the priest's voice echoed, drawing me back t

She steadied my teetering body. The scent she carried, that of a high-ranking wolf, once filled me with awe and comfort. Her eyes were reddened as she hugged and cried with me. She whispered in a volume only I could hear, mixed with the secret language of the werewolves. "Sas, my dear, I believe you. None of us would mistake Jordan's scent! That bastard, how dare he do this?"

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

Because she was not just a queen. She was the Lycan King’s bride. And she was not done fighting.

In fact, it looked more like an army. " I'll never forgive you for this, Axle," Alina seethed as she watched the wolves surround her. They parted only to let a monstrous black wolf through, bowing in deference as he stalked past, and Alina confirmed his identity moments later as the wolf transformed into his human skin. "Hello, father." The King had arrived to take charge of his daughter. 2.