The Wolf Princess Book Novels & Stories

I see Alpha Saint go to step forward, his anger evident, his mate places a hand on his arm, with a small shake of the head she makes him stand down. “We haven’t been properly introduced, I am Luna, Princess Bellatrix and you are?” The little Luna says to Helga, flexing her title. I smirk at the outrage on Helga’s face, these wolves are far too smart for her and beating her with polite pokes is amusing. Helgs links her arm with Me “I am Duchess Helga, I was who Vulcan should be mated to” I shrug her off, but before I could answer I feel my little wolf her anger spikes. ‘Little wolf, are you ok? I can feel your emotions, what makes you so angry?’ I ask her, needing her to be ok but happy to g

The blond wolf’s eyes swept to me in surprise and he let out a chuckle, embracing the princess tightly. Embracing my wife-to-be if Kefas was to be tamed. “Oh my goodness, watch it will you?” the redhead’s petulant whine was barely above a whisper, but I saw the way the princess’ shoulders stiffened as the shadow righted herself, shaking off the wine the servant accidentally doused her with. I stomped down on the urge to take her in my arms, hating the pathetic look on her face when she realized none of the other wolves were paying attention.

*** I watched as the Wolfhaven princess walked toward my tent. I had heard many things about her. A princess born as a twin. A princess who was praised and worshipped while her other twin was treated like a slave. The world saw her as the perfect daughter. The chosen princess. But I knew there was always more hidden beneath the surface. I had sent my cursed wolf members into their territory. They watched from afar, gathering information, studying their weaknesses, and waiting for the perfect moment to infiltrate them. Every move they made. Every secret they kept.

--- The next morning, Elara returned to the library. She was determined to find an answer. She would not give up. She could not give up. The future was too important. Her pack was too important. She found a text tucked away in a dusty corner, its pages yellowed with age. It was bound in leather so old it was cracked and crumbling. She carefully opened it, her fingers gentle on the fragile pages. It was written in an ancient language, the words faded and difficult to read. But as she studied it, she realized it was a record of the First Wolf's life, a chronicle of his creation and his power. It was the most complete account she had ever seen.

And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped, throwing the book on the floor as I stumbled too, the shock of seeing words appear on their reeling in my mind. Carefully, I crawled towards the open book picking it up as I read the words written in it. "In the twilight of celestial reign, When shadows dance and stars align, A werewolf princess, born of moon's domain, Shall rise to claim her birthright divine. Bound by fate and ancient ties, She walks the path of truth and lies,

Jasper frowned deeply, but eventually he sighed and closed his eyes. I opened the storybook. The pages were old and worn, the paper softened by years of use. “Once upon a time,” I began slowly, “there was a princess with skin as white as snow…” Then I froze. My wolf suddenly bristled. Something about the story made my stomach twist. I snapped the book shut. “Nope,” I said flatly. “This story is not right. Let’s find another one.” Jasper’s eyes opened again. “Why?”

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

The she-wolf descended the steps and walked toward Prince Demetrius. "There is another book that should be read here today," she announced, gesturing to one of the guards, who walked toward her holding a book with a red cover. The she-wolf opened the book and began reading about the creation of the wolves, about how the Goddess had created them to protect the country. Alissa read about every important battle won by the black wolves and every sacrifice they had made to protect the members of the royal family. How they were sent to the most dangerous places and forbidden from having families.

Unlike David, this older brother of theirs doesn't have a scar, not any that I have seen so far and his eyes aren't as guarded as David. It makes me wonder what that little child may have gone through. The eldest brother notices me for the first time and he turns to me, not concealing his shock. "Who are you?" "This is the princess. The werewolf princess. Don't you recognize her, she is the one from my books." Todd tells him. His books... I actually want to know more about these books. Slow footsteps comes out way and before the eldest brother can say another word, David appears. "Here is the pen." He stretches it to me and takes the ball out of his little brother's hands, giving all to me a

"Presenting Princess Sapphire Cline and Charles Gordon." "Mate." My wolf Fenris makes himself known. He basically growled out that word. In walks the most amazing looking woman I have ever seen. She has fire-red hair. And finally, it dawned on me he said the princess. O my goodness my mate is the vampire princess.