The Wolf Princess Book Novels & Stories

* 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.

As we sealed our deep love for each other with a kiss and a hug, the wolves around us, once again cheered with pride and joy. “Long lived the Alpha King and His Queen!”. End ********** A million thanks to all the readers of my book, I appreciate you all so much!. This is my first, and i am already starting to write the plots for my next story. As you can already guess, it is about Alpha Zero and Princess Jasmin. Both stories are a stand alone book. But i will be publishing it for now just on goodnoveldotcom. If you would like to read follow me on that app. jengreyy

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.

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

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.

She found the section on history books first, she reached for an old book that caught her eyes, with a thick brown, worn cover and a picture of a wolf on it, one that looked quite similar to the painting of the wolf on the wall in the living room. How strange? She took it immediately, having found her next read, she skipped out of the library and back to her room. She sat curled up in bed by the window, lunch was served by a servant as promised, she ate and stuck to get book. This book, titled, 'The Wolf Within' she had never really read anything like it. It seemed more like a fictional write up, than a history book. It talked about a wolf that was embedded into the souls of 'special people'

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