The Royal Wolves Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

It was one of the best days of my life here at the mansion. "No! That's not mine!" I sternly told Jaque with my intense gaze focused on Princess Amira. She was also staring at me. "Just have the same design, but totally different!" I told her. "Good evening, everyone!" The princess uttered in her usual domineering voice. "I have heard that some warriors are stuck in the South. I saw Serena myself, and she did this to me!" She pointed at the scar on her temples. "I just want you to know that there is something with that b!tch that I can't define. So, you better be careful. Also, I didn't see her omega. It was just her and the twelve wolves wearing black shirts and jeans!" She explained withou

Professor Doyle's words kindled a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the desperate Mr. Rocha and the werewolf students around him. Wilson was the uncrowned king of the Veldtian werewolves, the true ruler of this land. Even Luminians had to show him some respect within Veldtia's territory. After all, it was an unspoken rule that an outsider shouldn't pick a fight with the king of the hill. "That's right! Alpha Wilson is on his way!" Mr. Rocha scrambled to his feet and shouted hoarsely, "I've activated the emergency transmitter. No matter how powerful you are, you can't cause trouble on Alpha Wilson's turf!"

"My wolf went crazy, I could barely think straight." "Did you tell her?" Brennan asked. "No. How could I?" I ran a hand through my hair. "Her brothers showed up immediately. They were claiming her, protecting her. And then they told her who she really is. She was having a breakdown. The last thing she needed was some random beta declaring a mate bond." "You're not some random beta," Brennan said firmly. "You're one of the finest wolves I know. Any woman would be lucky to have you." "She's a Wynter princess," I said. "Daughter of the most powerful alpha bloodline in the kingdom. And I'm..." I gestured at myself. "I'm nobody."

“Then we won’t wait for them to strike. We’ll meet them head-on. You’ll coordinate with me. I’ll give the orders. You execute with precision. The pack follows. That’s how we survive. Selene nodded though her mind flicked briefly to the shadows beyond the trees Veyra, always watching, always calculating. She could feel her prescence. A sudden rustle broke through the quiet. Damien’s stance shifted instantly. “Form up! Protect the pack!” The wolves snapped into position, teeth glinting, claws dug into the earth. Selene moved to flank the younger wolves, her energy rippling faintly as she positioned herself to shield them. The first wave came without warning: rogues leapt from the underbrush, a

After all, our priests had always used it in purification rituals for the pack. The islanders began breeding Reveira Frogs and cultivating Valerian Octornia. They were busier than ever, but their smiles were brighter, their laughter more frequent. I purchased another island, setting up a company and factories under my human identity. Orders flooded in from every corner of the world, and the wealth in my hands multiplied. With it, the werewolf pack flourished. I bought more islands. Built schools. Developed infrastructure. Improved the quality of life for our people.

Princess Katie Anne ~<>~ “You are a special girl…” Everyone tells me that. But it was exactly two years ago when I found out that everyone had been lying to me. In fact, I was just Katie Anne, the wolfLess Princess of the Werewolf Realm, not to forget the fact that I was the daughter of two powerful wolves, Alpha King Raiden and Luna Queen Aurelia Seer King. Being the daughter of the woman everyone thought was the last white wolf until she proved otherwise, found her people, and saved the realm from a witch and– argh!

I stood firm, emboldened by the unwavering love of my mates beside me, ready to face whatever darkness threatened to engulf us. Yelda stepped back, her eyes wide, as she grappled with the power we unleashed. The prayers of our ancestors rumbled in the air, a chorus that sent a shiver down my spine. Today, the royal Princess would not fall; I would rise as the leader I was meant to be, the true embodiment of the white wolf. And together, we would fight for our realm, home, and each other.

I quickly apologized to the old woman who'd tripped with her basket of fruits. "It's okay, my child," she reassured and walked away. Now I was aware of the frenzy around and it made my eyes spin, as I tried following everyone's movement. But the frenzy was worth every bit of it. It's not every day a smaller pack like ours gets the honor of hosting the Alpha of the strongest pack in the werewolf kingdom. The Red Cross pack was like a myth and was told to every newly-born werewolf child. The lords speak about their insane wealth, their massive warlords, and the juiciest part, their Alpha-prince, Ryder.

Sadie POV While werewolf society is composed of individual packs led by Alphas and Lunas, we do have patriarchy that rules over each of the packs. There is the King, Queen, and their children. The Prince and Princess are twins, Rosie and Rylen. Right now, they are in search of their mates because the King and Queen are ready to retire. Because there are two heirs to the throne, each twin is going to take half of the country to rule over to reduce the workload and so the King and Queen do not have to choose which child will rule while the other gets nothing. However, the mates of the Prince and Princess will need to first become a Prince/Princess and be trained in the royal ways before they c

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.