The Werewolf King Novels & Stories

Trembling, the subordinate shoved a tablet in front of Claude and explained quietly, "We just found out Mr. Wulfric isn't just some managing director. "Not only is he the legendary lunatic who took on ten Alphas alone, but he's also the Alpha King who rules the entire werewolf kingdom." "What did you say?" Claude's voice shot up sharply as he snatched the tablet in disbelief. On the screen was a top-secret file. The wolf in the photo with the piercing, cold gaze was none other than Mr. Wulfric, standing before them with his tie loosened and a frappuccino in hand. He was the Alpha King, the presence before whom all werewolves must bow.

We used to hand out all the time when we were younger, but when I became the Werewolf King two years ago, when I was seventeen years old, I was too busy trying to fix what my father tried to destroy. My name is Lucien King, and I am nineteen years old. I killed my father when I was seventeen and took over as the Alpha King. He was a terrible man who treated anyone of lower rank like trash. He felt because he was the werewolf king, he could do whatever he wanted, and everyone was supposed to kneel at his feet.

This news sent chills down my spine as I know how cruel and unhinged this King can be. She turns out to be the mate of the strongest king of werewolves making her the werewolf's queen. It is an immediate decision for me to send my wolves to spy on them. They come back with the news that she is indeed alive and well and has joined the pack as their new queen. I couldn't believe it. She has done the impossible. I know she is powerful, but this is beyond anything I have ever seen. "My King, the werewolf king has killed one of our spies, and his head is hung on their borders," says one of my strongest rogues.

It's an old tradition that the kingdom must have an Alpha and Luna at all times . This has been hard for Orion as our father has been deteriorating a lot lately . Orion has been running the royal pack for the past three years on his own . The mention of the golden wolf has me intrigued as it is so rare but sparks a memory from my childhood . “Golden wolf did you say “ I ask with a frown .

he said, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Was?" "She died when I was seven." "Oh... I'm sorry about that," I mumbled. He smiled at me, entwining our fingers together. "My father is the present king of the northern werewolves. I rebelled against him and was thrown out" he continued. My eyes widened. "I established my own pack by gathering rogues. The pack grew until it became a kingdom. Naturally, I became their king. I met Deanna when I first became king. She was my first mate. She died due to unpleasant circumstances"

“You aren't going anywhere, Rosa, especially with my kids. You will remain in this pack as my Queen and those children will be mine.” “I will never be your Queen. You got what you wanted, a werewolf mate that is more powerful than me, and that's who you'll stay with! These kids will never be yours. If I have to put my life in the line for it, then I will.” He growled at me, but I didn't flinch. “Rosa, I have no intention of getting married to you again, but you will pose as my Queen and mother of my children.” “I will pose as nothing that concerns you, these kids are mine, and I have taken on the responsibility of taking care of them myself, if you want kids ask your whore for a girlfriend t

We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost wearing my sister’s face, stop a ritual that would make her a permanent deity, and somehow rescue a king trapped in a mountain of cursed glass—all while I was magically maimed and our pack was in ruins. The weight of it should have crushed me. But the hollow silence where Kaelen lived was a forge. My fear turned to fuel, my grief to steel. “We need an army we don’t have,” Marcus rasped from his cot, following the conversation with fever-bright eyes. “Then we find one,” I said, a plan forming in the cold clarity of desperation. I looked at the grimoire, then at Lillian. “Morvana is the ultimate evil to every werewolf. Vorian is a traitor who wants to r

Alona’s eyes widened slightly. “King and Queen?” Cindy giggled. “Maybe you forgot that too. King Shane and Queen Amelia are the rulers of all werewolf packs. They live in the kingdom of Westoria. Red Moon Pack is one of the packs they govern, and Alpha Jake, their son, is the leader here. He is also the future King of the werewolves.” Alona nodded slowly, taking in the information. Cindy turned her to the mirror and smiled. “Perfect. You’re ready.”

I call it what it was: murder. For fifteen years I’ve worn the mask. I've been loyal. Quiet. Controlled. I've trained beside his soldiers. I've bowed my head. Waited. Knowing one day, he’ll bleed. But it won’t be enough just to kill him. No, he needs to be broken. And now, I might finally have the key. Her. The rumors reached me months ago, quiet whispers, exchanged in breathless hushes when they think no one’s listening. The princess. The king’s disappointment. The werewolf girl born to royalty. I’d almost dismissed them as nonsense.

"For a split second there, I thought we could be friends. See the world together. Now I'm just another pawn in someone else's game." "You have it wrong, Lucy. Every vampire that comes into being King has to drink the blood of a werewolf Alpha daughter, yes but not because we get strong from your blood but because we can taste if you will be ours in your blood. I was heir to the throne and this would have been the 320th year since I started looking for my other half. And until I found her, I was forced to drink an Alpha daughter's blood. To see if she was mine. My father had found his heart, thus he didn't carry on the practice. All we wanted from this was peace between two races that hated e