The Wolf Princess Book Novels & Stories

Her mind said while her wolf yawned in her. Unlike the troublesome and arrogant Princess, her wolf was quite the opposite. Her wolf was the very quiet and shy type, not arrogant and very peaceful, she hardly dominates, she hasn't even dominated the Princess before because she doesn't look like most dangerous and feral wolf. Sometimes, she wonders why the goddess gave her such a dull wolf.

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

She seemed to struggle to speak. Before I had a chance to do anything else. I hear the loudest growl I have ever heard. Then I saw the wolf that made it, a huge black wolf. The biggest I have ever seen in my life. He jumped in front of the princess, protecting her. I flick my whip in his direction, but it doesn’t faze him. “Who the hell is that?”

* Cerberus * Before my eyes closed for the night, her face flashed through my mind, clear and sharp, like a freshly struck blade. The wolf Princess, a figure shrouded in moonlight and whispered myths, the rarest of all the Royal family, and yet, the first time I truly laid eyes on her was within the damp, echoing walls of the dungeons. Despite the shadows clinging to her like a shroud, it did not diminish her beauty. It only sharpened it, like a gem polished by the grinding pressure of time and torment.

awaken my wolf! With my quick moves, I attacked the rogue who was holding the princess. My white fur was splashed with the rogue's blood. On my fangs, I could taste his blood. My gaze was drawn to the terrified princess. Her eyes begged for help. And I'm not sure why my wolf seemed so excited to see her eyes locked on mine. I glanced at her and told her to flee. She stood up and left the room without saying anything. I saw her flee for her life. It was snowing severely, and every step she took left a trail of tracks on the snowy ground.

Cole growled back. Peter smiled “You just found me out huh? Yep, I’m a wolf too.” He says to us. “How?” Cole asks. “Well, you see my mother was a wolf she was the daughter of an Alpha of the Red River Pack. My father was a Warlock. When my father was 21 and my mother was 18, they had a love affair resulting in my mother getting pregnant. Her family never approved of my father. They didn’t like the fact that he was a Warlock. We were a happy little family until one day by chance my mother found her true mate. She left my father and I to be with him. My father turned cold and started doing dark magic. He wanted to punish my mother, her mate and her family. He killed all of them.” He ends his s

He instantly growled at the mention of Kyle's name. "It isn't him I smell on you. Your scent is rosemary flowers, and that's the scent I smell. It's a high-status royal blood scent. Only one wolf gets that smell every other decade, the Queen of Wolves." My eyes widened again. Surely he's mistaken. There's no way I'm the Queen of Wolves. There hasn't been a Queen of Wolves in decades. We only have the King of Wolves, and he never really shows his face anywhere. Then, a thought came to me. "Wait a minute… who are you?"

She was certain he had to be a large wolf, and he must be a lot more ferocious looking than that stupid Rider. Finding it odd that she was thinking about which wolf was the most handsome, Everly shook her head to clear it and then returned her attention to her book. She was almost three-fourths of the way through the book now, and she still hadn’t found anything, but she thought that the book might be getting to a part that included something useful because it was talking about wolf shifters interacting with humans and how it was important for wolf shifters to keep their abilities secret from those who were not able to shift into wolves.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Madame Sand continued with her tale. Something told me that the young woman must have been the long-lost princess. As to how she managed to survive or how she ended up in the pack of wolves was something that I couldn’t yet figure out. “The young woman is the princess, right?” I voiced my best guess. “Correct. The young princess who had disappeared had grown into a beautiful young woman. The general who led the army couldn’t understand how a young woman was with such a large pack of dangerous wolves. Although he doubted the sincerity of the wolves because he couldn’t communicate with them, he decided to have a meeting with the woman on the condition that she came to see him alone…” she conti