The Werewolf Prince Is My Pet Novels & Stories

“Today we are here to witness greatness as the council members of the werewolf community have said it is a great honor to witness something of this magnitude. We do things a little differently than the werewolf community your highness. We have you sign your blood on vellum, it is our most sacred contract and all council members and highly ranked members’ sign. We will have both of you sign the contract after Alpha King Rasheed is crowned Prince. Please raise your hands and we shall begin.” Council member Elisa says.

I grab the reins of his horse and say, “We are going back, that’s an order.” “I am the prince, you can’t order me to do anythi….” A howl tears through the air. From the swarm of humans ahead of us, a group of our kind in their werewolf form shuffles to the front. What is going on? “I am Prince Valark,” the prince announces to the swarm. “Why are creatures of my kind helping the enemy?” They give no response apart from the howling and shrieking. They get closer. Their black eyes like hollow caves that the light can’t penetrate. Still holding the prince’s reins, I wipe both of our horses around and set them on a sprinting race back to the town we came from.

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

I whispered to myself, not sure if he heard me. "It's because we're friends. It's like a guiding light to help us find each other." "Tell me more." "Where do I start?" "From the beginning." "You want a goodnight story." I nodded. "Yes, it's a legend. About the birth of the first werewolf. Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a young prince. He went hunting with his men. One of the soldiers shot an arrow at a wild wolf. But it escaped. The soldiers shot an arrow at a wild wolf, but it escaped. The prince and his soldiers followed the wolf and he shot it again, it fell down whining. When they went to look for it, they found a puppy next to the dead wolf.The prince who was hammered out

She explains I can't see her eyes when she looks at the King but at me, they are bright red. “Sire,” I kneel in respect, catching everyone by surprise. “Please forgive the ruse, but my matter is urgent, and I needed to come before you.” I bow my head and wait for permission to speak. The old man chuckles. “So, you are the Prince of Werewolves. Your mother was born of a Hunter, your father a Beta. I just got the report a few hours ago of your accession. What brings you all this way?”

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.

While Phil's eyes suddenly flared up with anger because of what I called him. "You are a blasphemer! How dare you call me a dog! Aren't you afraid to die?" Phil shouted angrily. "I am not a dog! I am a werewolf. I am the second prince of this kingdom! And I will show you that I am a werewolf and not a dog just like what you say!"

“You are not permitted to scream because you are my Princess. No Prince deserves to have you except me.” Now, the protagonist had pulled off his cloak which had the crocodile's face and skin to reveal his lovely face and body. Howbeit, the Princess was awestruck with the handsome human/werewolf in front of her. Then, he took his seat on the couch, crossed his legs, and repeated himself. "You are my Princess. I'm the one, who is genuinely in love with you.” “What about the Prince? You know we are getting married soon," the scared Princess managed to ask.

His breathing was so loud that it filled my ears, it was as if he was dragging air in and forcing it out with so much strength. Reluctantly, I shook off the fear which had taken over my body and walked closer to him, covering up the space between us but remained at a reasonable distance from him. "Pardon my manners," he said clearing his throat, "I'm Prince Richard, first son of King Harold and brother to Prince Charles the soon to be King of the werewolves." He bragged with great pride in who he was and I gulped. "I am an Alpha." He declared and I nodded with a nervous laugh but the look on his face made me get myself in order and introduce myself.

I said as I tried to select my words carefully so that I wouldn’t end up offending him. “Why must you learn what an Ultimate Alpha is from someone else when you have one right here?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side at the ridiculousness of the idea. “Well…” I murmured. “There is nothing special about an Ultimate Alpha. Being a werewolf isn’t something fun or amazing either. It’s a life full of inconveniences and being an Ultimate Alpha just magnifies all of those troubles by a million folds without much benefit…” the prince said coldly.