The Werewolf King Novels & Stories

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

“White wolves awaken differently. Their bond, their spirit, their transformation — everything comes later. At the moment when destiny demands it.” Destiny. That word always felt like it belonged in stories, not real life. “So Damien…” I swallowed hard. “He knew what I was?” “Yes,” Matteo said. “He would have sensed it instantly. Kings always sense rare bloodlines.” Rare blood. Rare wolf. Rare danger. My skin prickled. “But what does he want?” My voice cracked. “Why did he say that I’m… his?” Regina placed her hands on my shoulders. “Emily, listen to me carefully. The Werewolf King is not like other men. When he sets his eyes on something, he does not ask. He t

“Bow before your king, Xhang.” He turned and faced the third elder. “Bow before your king Carlos.” “Bow before your king, Broja. Bow before your king, Obada. Bow before your king, Denzel. Bow before your king, Igor. All of you, bow before your king!” “It is him,” Elder Faustus said and bowed down. “Welcome back, my king.” All seven elders bowed to the ground before Xavier. “Welcome back my king.” they chorused. Elder Xhang stood up and walked over to the crowd. “All hail King Dan Damon, Alpha of the Black Wolf pack and King of all werewolves. Bow before your king!”

Kyle growled, his brow furrowed. The man ignored him, pulling a badge from his coat—one carved with a golden wolf’s head. "By order of the Alpha King, Orion, I'm here for Althea." His cold eyes swept over the unnerved werewolves. "Our King is gravely injured and requires her healing." The Alpha King! A collective gasp swept through the room. The King of all North American packs. True royalty. The ultimate leader. His was a command no one dared to defy.

I question and walk closer to him until we were a few feet apart. Two more days until I am king. Zefer had not led the werewolf community to victory, instead he led most of them to their deaths. He was not the best ruler, always having others fight his battles why he sat there. On the throne. He quickly regains his composure and leans back in the chair. "Forgive me nephew. But to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" I sighed. He was still king for now so I had to inform him of this problem. "The witch, Rue, she has been up to her devious acts again. She burnt an entire bar with more than twenty wolves."

Despite his basic attire, his commanding presence as he leaned on his throne was undeniable. At that moment, reality crashed down on me, heavy and suffocating. The man before me was the King of all werewolves. A Pure-Blooded Lycan. The Alpha King. King Nicholas Gavner Acworth. My mate.

the incensed king questioned, rising from his throne with a twisted expression of anger, stepping on the snakes. The nervous man quickly responded, trying to sound confident, "Replying to your majesty, the people were from the following races; werewolf, dragon, sorcerer, mermaid," The king scowled, "How can a mere werewolf be able to hurt my queen?" "It is an Olmpha to be precise, your majesty," "Oh, a wolf sovereign! All four people are rare," the king said while pondering.

The entire pack felt the power form in them. "The crowns." the Elder as the same boy brought in 2 crowns. Both of us kneeled in front of him. He took a golden crown and place on top of the Alpha King. "I now Crown you Xavier King as King of the werewolf Kingdom." So that's his name. Xavier. I smiled thinking about. It suits him. He took another silver crown and placed it on my head. " I now Crown you as Queen of the werewolf Kingdom." he said as another round of claps were heard.

I cried myself into a sleep so heavy that even my dreams left me alone. ***** Meanwhile — Night Howl Pack House The entire werewolf kingdom had been buzzing for weeks. King Sebastian Reynolds — Lycan King, the most powerful man alive — was paying a visit to the Night Howl pack. It was the kind of honour that Alphas spent lifetimes hoping for, and Alpha Jackson had wasted no time turning it into the event of the year. The pack house had been transformed. Staff moved in every direction. Decorations, catering, security — all of it calibrated to impress a king.

He knew it was merely a passing fancy, it was a bit overwhelming for a passing fancy though considering that he wasn't even attracted to men in the first place. He was still very young at twenty-four because werewolves were tougher than the average human, they also aged slowly and lived for far longer. He was free to enjoy his youth. The gates parted one by one for his car to pass by, guards standing at attention while the King drove in. He strode straight to his rooms, maybe if he locked himself in, he could escape his great aunt for the night. No such luck because she appeared at the top of the stairs just as he started up them.