The Wolf King's Bride In Disguise Novels & Stories

"The ancient was awake. But he needed a vessel. After so many experiments and research, he came to know the descendant of a white wolf or a vampire nurtured by an original would be a perfect vessel for the ancients." "Unfortunately, the ritual was disturbed by Victoria. Andrea was the one who ruined the ritual and saved Lenora." Ophelia said. "But how could Adira be the white wolf? Maximus is a black wolf," Lenora stated. "Maximus is the son of the previous King's true mate. After the death of his first mate, he mated with another wolf. She was a white wolf. He married her on a prophecy. Later, she gave birth to Adira. Unfortunately, she passed away too for some sickness. For the sake of the

When Reeina, standing next to me, turns around with a smile, I already wonder what it is before I can turn around myself. The Wolf King comes out of the house behind us. He looks paler than usual, and it takes me a while to remember why, after all he shows a haughty and proud expression as he walks to where we are. He wears a type of charcoal-colored armor beneath a red cloak that sweeps the ground with each step. Her long black hair has been braided back, adorned with metal and golden ribbons, and on her forehead she has a type of thin stone ring with an inscription on her tongue.

Not hers. The mate bond was sacred, and it was considered an abomination to come between them. Even if she wanted to, Maya couldn't stop Ayra and Merlin from loving each other. But it was the betrayal that Maya couldn't forgive. To think that Merlin had been using her all this while pained her the most. And now, she had to participate in the wolf king's bride selection? The universe must be against her. Everyone knew the wolf king. He was the strongest of their kind, hence his title and the admiration. However, he was as cruel as he was handsome. He is a capricious tyrant who hosts a yearly bride selection to choose lovers, potentially bankrupting the palace with his whims.

Her studies accelerated as the royal wedding loomed near, but Viktor's reassuring presence during rides through the countryside or quiet meals on the veranda sustained her. One late afternoon, Amy wandered into the palace library seeking new reading material. Rounding a corner, she stumbled onto Viktor seated stiffly across from an elegant silver-haired woman and imposing bearded man - his parents, the King and Queen Dowager. "This Anglo girl seems pleasant enough," the Queen was saying in a bored tone, "but surely we can find a more suitable bride of proper noble lineage now that the engagement mania has died down." "Mother, you gave your word to respect my choice of wife," Viktor bit out t

That was the only time he ventured forth into the mortal world- this time to collect his prized possession. The Alpha of Alphas, King of All Werewolves was coming and with one singular intent. To meet his fated bride, the woman meant to be by his side and take the throne as the Queen of Werewolves... ***

Then, the wolf turn away from her, sat on its haunches, and waited. Ismena has no idea how she knew what the wolf requested of her but she saw herself climbing onto the back of the wolf even before she could process what she was doing and questioned her own sanity. Suddenly, she was wrapped around the softest furs, softer than anything she has ever touched in her whole life. Not minding the blood, her fear and all, she wrapped her arms tightly around the wolf, laid her head on its back, and held on tight. The King-Wolf rose to its full height, howled to the sky, and took off into the night with his mate on his back.

Once she was out of his sight and was in a quiet place, she disappeared and reappeared at a distance in the fairy Kingdom. _____ 'You like her, don't you Royal?' his Wolf asked. 'I don't know yet all I know is that she's hiding something.' Royal responded. 'Hiding something you say?' A new voice belonging to another male wolf joins. 'Who is hiding?' 'Royal has found a beautiful girl for us.' the first wolf answered. 'Really? When are we and the rest of us meeting her?' the second wolf demanded. 'Don't listen to what that prat says, we just met and I think she is hiding her real identity.' Royal reply.

“I’m Anna, the daughter of the current Alpha of the Western Pack. May I be so bold as to ask where you found the Luna’s brother’s photos? If possible, I’d like to try and search for something too, to show Clara my devotion.” Several ears perked up nearby. Hearing Anna’s question, the other young women who had been observing our exchange quickly gathered around. They were all daughters of high-ranking aristocrats or Alphas from various packs. I understood their intentions. These young, unmarried women were vying for the attention of the future Wolf King, who was now of marriageable age. Since my gift had earned Clara’s unique favor, they hoped to learn the secret of acquiring the photos of Cl

the storyteller said, his voice low and filled with weight, “you have heard the beginning of the tale. But as with all stories, it must be passed down, for there are lessons to be learned, even in the hardest of truths.” The children’s faces were wide with wonder. They knew of the Wolf Bride—Cassia, the strong, beautiful woman who had once been the captive bride of Alpha Lucien. She was a legend, her name whispered in awe and respect throughout the kingdom. Her strength, her defiance, her love for her family—it had all made her a symbol of something greater than any one person. And Lucien, the god-king who had once been feared for his cruelty, was now remembered as the man who had found rede

“You won’t get any information from me! This is the first time I’ve spoken to the Alpha in years, I swear!” “Make her talk, Anya,” the first wolf commands, glancing at the she-wolf just as she lunges for me. My purse falls to the floor as I dodge her teeth just in time. “Stop! I—” She lunges again and, this time, makes contact, her canines scraping against my skin. I scream in pain. The she-wolf, Anya, latches onto my arm, tugging me around until my head becomes dizzy. “How is he tracking us?” the first rogue interrogates. “Answer us, and we’ll let you go.”