The Royal Wolves Warrior Princess Novels & Stories

Captured from her home when the slavers attacked her village. She was a beta wolf but her village law forbade women to turn and so her wolf was not strong anymore but that day it got awakened the moment she saw the prince charming. There he was in his golden armour commanding the other wolves with him to feed the released captives. Her wolf returned that moment and she could hear the soft voice behind her head chanting "Mate! our mate!" The feeling was magnificent, one she had never felt before and could perceive his forest scent from the spot he stood.

Knowing that the source of her jealousy would cease to exist after this day, Princess Regina felt an unprecedented rush of pleasure. Princess Regina was about to help his older brother to gouge out the Priestess’ heart when a soldier arrived to whisper something in her ears that made her malicious eyes brighten. She did not hesitate to follow the soldier with a nod of his royal father. And it did not take her long to arrive in a grassy slope wherein five of their soldiers are surrounding the slender and trembling figure of Asha Blood, one of the thorns in her heart. A deranged laugh spilled out of the beautiful face of Princess Regina as she jumped down the slope with a push of her soles. As

What took everyone’s breath away and stunned us was her wolf was HUGE, as big as the Princes, and her wolf was Pitch black with a white stripe across her eyes and emanated power that of a royal. While usually, a wolf will look somewhat like their human counterpart, like the fur matching the hair color or the skin tone. Hers did not. The only common thing they had were their emerald eyes, which sparkled and glowed when in wolf form. Royal wolves were usually black or silver. When Prince Kellen shifted into his silver wolf no one thought much of it, but when Lamia shifted, there were murmurs and whispers. Her wolf was such a big contrast to her strawberry blond streaked hair and naturally oliv

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

I said stopping him from finishing his sentence as I remembered the fact that he had indeed told me of father not answering the note, but he had passed out after telling me that the kings were dead and never mentioned who answered. “It was the king and his daughter, they seek revenge against everyone who would stand against them, mostly the wolves as to Princess Delilah, she had lost her mate by a wolf, who is the king…” “She’s turned against all the wolves, but there are innocent people, mother is a wolf, we are wolves…” “Yet she did not hesitate to attack us Nathan” Grace said stopping me “if the princess is now seeking revenge on the wolves as a whole, then the werewolf kingdom is in grea

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

“It turned out that the princess survived. She grew up as an enslaved orphan and no one knew who her real parents were. Her past and how she grew up doesn’t matter now. Her powers has woken up and she has worked hard to master them. She is ready to ascend to the throne. All the wolf packs will fall under her rule and all the alphas must obey her command.” “Of course. We wouldn’t hesitate. Where is her royal highness? My family and I would like to meet her,” Gerret said. “You have met her already,” Alfred said, looking at me. The look on his face was amusing. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he gaped at me. “Her!” A look of absolute horror and disbelief was on his face as he exclaimed.

Vanessa explained excitedly. Prince Dakar was a Wolf Prince from a faraway kingdom of wolf shifters. He was well-known fifty four years ago and was the dream of every lady who had heard about him. He went to wars and never lost. Was a master of archery and swordsmanship. He was simply the best.

"The King had them planted after the Princess was taken. They are called the Purple Princess. Which is quite telling, considering what the colour of the eyes of the Royal wolves." I had filled her in on everything about Kari and her mother, as had Kari over the past few days. She had also filled in some gaps about Kari for all of us. My mate was an amazing woman, who had pretty much saved our sister and kept her safe until we could find her and bring her home. "How many people are arriving here this weekend?" She asked as we walked back towards the main house. "Every Alpha and Beta from around the whole world." I told her.

Wolves of royal blood I must add. With eyes still fixed on her I saw something. She was beautiful. Really pretty indeed —but amongst all that beauty was a raw shadow of power, majesty, and authority. A trait was common with the primordial. Although most royal wolves appeared powerful and majestic, there was this thickness that comes with that of the primordial. The white wolves! Oh, how mistaken was I all the while, thinking she was an ordinary human. Then the realization hit me. The Mark on her was the one of royalty which means she was the child of an Alpha. And the thickness from her shadow was the one of a primordial.