The Werewolf King 소설 & 이야기

I asked and she affirmed by saying, "Yes love, it was the grandest celebration ever but all that didn't last long," "They got killed?" I asked "Worse. On the last day of the feast when you were just seven days old, The king's army invaded our pack because they wanted you for themselves," "King?" I asked and she nodded her head saying, "Yes king, you see in the werewolf world there is something called a king, he is like a president and alphas are like leaders of little cities,"

ARCHER THE QUEEN MOTHER handed Archer some scrolls which he went through. King Anton was the fifth werewolf king and his reign was not the most peaceful one as he had recurring rogue issues throughout. During that time, rogues had not been given a portion of the werewolf land and were rebelling. The rogue Alpha threatened to take what the king held most valuable if he continued resisting their demands. King Anton refused to be swayed by his decision to not give them a part of his kingdom.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

When he finally reached me, he stood next to me, his face showed pity and sadness, yet his eyes held an expression close to pride. “I, King Alexander, King of the werewolves, stand by and support Alpha Lamia’s claim. This territory is outside of the wolf kingdom and is now under her rule!” He stated. “She has killed the rogue king and she will keep what she kills. This is the law, this is our way.” He finished.

I laughed, looking at her little frown. "Almost," I said. She rested her head on my chest, and the remaining ride was silent. *************** It’s been almost an hour, and we just got to the werewolf kingdom. Everywhere is decorated and filled with cars. Today is a special day in the werewolf kingdom, as they are about to have a second king, which is Archie. Archie is now 18 years old, and he can take over from Silver. We walked to the hall, and the paparazzi were outside taking photos and videos. Obviously, the event is live. They looked at us transfixed, still taking pictures, and I wonder why. We got to the hall, and it was q

They kept yelling at each other about how weak I was and how I was unfit to be the queen of the entire werewolf clan. I didn't even want the mantle of leadership; all I wanted was a normal life, which seemed impossible to obtain. They continued to use hurtful words to describe me; one of them referred to me as a "pulp" as if I were not twenty-three years old, while others referred to me as "weak," and they all refused to reason with King Adrien. For all they know, I was a disgrace to werewolves everywhere and should not be crowned. "You should reject that weakling and pray to the moon goddess to mate you with someone strong enough to handle the entire fucking werewolf clan," someone yelled,

I know why the taskmaster hates me, and I’ll try to keep it brief. The Werewolf Kingdom is divided into four separate Kingdoms and each of these Kingdoms is ruled by a King. The Northern Kingdom is ruled by King Arnold while his brother King Ethan rules the Eastern Kingdom under which our pack, The Moonshine Pack is a part. The Southern Kingdom is ruled by King Hunter, and the Western Kingdom is ruled by King Garner. Well, back to the topic at hand, the reason the taskmaster hates me is because the King of the Eastern Kingdom is my mate.

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

Why? The Alpha King—Valrik Thorne? As in, the most powerful ruler in the werewolf Kingdom. We’ve never even met. What important message could he possibly have for me?

“Anything you say about my son, you say in front of me.” I studied her. The fierce protectiveness. The way she held the boy like the world could end and she would still stand between him and whatever came. Six years ago she ran away from me. Tonight she was ready to fight the entire pack for a child she still believed was fully human. I could end this now. Tell her the truth. Claim them both. But the pack was already restless. Lucien had been asking questions. Silas had been watching. If word spread that the Wolf King had produced an heir with a human before I controlled the narrative Leo would become a target overnight.