The Wolf Princess Book Novels & Stories

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

Raini rapidly blinked her eyes, still looking at their prints – hers on her wrist and the wolf’s on his shoulder. She tilted her head and realized that the wolf is still holding her wrist, so she pulled her hand from his grip. She looked at the man from head to toe with her brows up and sighed. “Primrose said my mate is a great alpha. I can’t believe my mate tried to kill me. That’s not so great of you at all.” Obviously confused of her words and the knowledge that they were indeed mate, the wolf’s forehead wrinkled before he went back to the huge rock to sit, facing the princess.

“I think he is perhaps mixed with black leopard—humans call them panthers.” Jessie managed to keep her mouth from falling open despite her shock. “Wouldn’t his hair be black? I mean, Valiant has orange-red hair similar to a lion. I met Flame and he has light red hair but he’s got the cat eyes. I could see that right off.” Breeze bit her lip. “I can’t discuss this with you, Jessie.” “Why not?” Breeze hesitated again but blew out a breath. “You are a friend to us and save our

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

I answered. My father stared at me as if there was something I said that I didn’t hear myself say. All of these things are discoveries about me and the worse part is, it used to happen to me but not as often as it does now and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t bothered by it. “The Prince is yet to know who she is but everything that has happened shows that she isn’t an ordinary wolf. It reminds me of the night the princess was born,” The priestess of our pack spoke.

Their five-year-old son fidgets beside them as he glares at the guests, worried for his new sister's safety with so many wolves around. Alphas, Lunas and other high-ranking wolves wait patiently in the crowd as the chanting from the palace Witch rings a gentle melody around the room. Today is the one-month mark of Princess Isabella Nightlock, signaling that the new born werewolf princess is strong enough to survive in this world. As the chanting continues, the Witch sprinkles moon dust over different crystals placed to the side of the princess.

' I nod and turn my attention back to the courtyard and what is happening before me. Marta starts twirling her staff to keep the hamram focussed on her, while she walks around it, so it is caught between her and Gudrun. The wolf turns towards her, lowers its head and growls threatening. She swings the staff around her body, letting it Fall down on her shoulder, then she leans back towards the ground, her side towards the animal. Standing like that she looks smaller and more vulnerable. The wolf forgets its fear for the staff, and makes an attack, jumping at her. Marta swings her staff, hitting the wolf hard on the jaw. The wolf howls with pain when the staff hits it with inhuman power. It fl

It trapped me in my self-pity, in my dark entrapment. The New Wolf King Alexander 2nd was busy trying to find out what happened to his sister Alexandria. She had been missing for a week now. Alexander was worried about his sister and angry at her for going on a mission to kill the King of Vampires not letting Alexander know. One of her warriors that went on the mission was the only warrior that survived as far as he knew. One warrior could hide in the trees out of the site when the Vampire King’s men came taking away bodies, one of them the Princess (Alexanders’ Sister) away. Relaying what he saw, the warrior stated the princess was moving, but unconscious. The last time he saw her, she was

However, as I opened the door, I was met with the shocked image of my mother standing in the doorframe with a concerned expression. “Mama, what’s wrong?” I asked her, beginning to get nervous as well. “The Prince and Princess of werewolves are coming to visit SilverRock pack. They are of age and are in search of their mates, so they are traveling to as many packs as they can to increase their chances. That means everything needs to be the tip-top shape and all hands on deck for cooking and cleaning.” My mom explained, grabbing my hand in a panic. The Prince and Princess were coming here? No way!