Throne Of Wolves. Novels & Stories

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

Having run the last meters, returning his human form on the move, he ran up the steps of the porch and slowly walked through the open doors and slowly entered the room, where the she-wolf crouched down and bared her teeth, whipping her sides in irritation with her tail. He closed his eyes, mentally forcing Leah to turn around, but her mind resisted. I had to act harder, already knowing that it would bring her pain, but in this case it was prerogative to force her to obey the will of the alpha, with the right of the male he pressed on her consciousness, the right of the strongest, and, in the end, she is my couple. My! Clenching his fists, he took a step, the she-wolf resisted, grinned, about

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”

The wolf packs recognized me as the wolf princess they could trust with their lives. No longer was I the Zendaya who had to hide behind someone. Now, I was the leader who protected her kingdom. I also visited the rogues who once attacked me. They weren't dead, but they had been given the punishment they deserved. Their self-healing powers were destroyed. For the rest of their lives, they would beg for scraps on the filthiest streets.

Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow. Wolfsbane and silver combined was very deadly and no wolf can survive it, not even a strong alpha. The poison from wolfsbane burns the blood, and silver weakens the wolf completely. It was no wonder the rogues died the moment he shot them. I didn’t say anything and just glared at Caleb, my fists tight with my body shaking from trying to stay calm. Caleb was pushing me and he wanted a fight but if I moved the wrong way, I might not live to fight with him at all.

“You saw a wolf with more than one fated mate and thought that she must be evil? Must be put down?” Victoria scoffed and shook her head. “Your fear of the unknown is being presented as loyalty,” she snapped. “Loyal wolves don’t turn their backs against their own kind. They bring each other up.” “She isn’t loyal!” Was yelled from behind me. I turned to see Thorne glaring at me with a hand outstretched in accusation. He looked unhinged and coming apart more and more as time was passing. “Loyal wolves don’t work with the fucking vampires!” Thorne snapped. “They don’t rat out their Princess for having a drug issue!”

I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead. We looked at each other and I knew we were thinking the same thing. I cupped that chain and medallion, while we walked down the path to a certain part of the dirt road and turned back. I shouted when I saw the wolf. ATHAN’S POV My hands grabbed at anything they could hold and pushed it away. My head exploded into a million thoughts. Gratefully, no one was close by so I ran. I lifted myself out of the window and landed on the soft grass below, on all fours, in the orchard. Then my limbs took control.

I explained and smiled. I found out I enjoy making Levi slightly pissed sometimes, it is fun to see more expressions on his poker face. But trust me, if I dared to talk back when I was younger, Levi would definitely take revenge during our training. He can beat me to the point where I can’t even move a finger. I guess that’s why Mother sent him to train me because he was the nightmare of all wolves. I put down my ponytail hair and continued, “Hmmm, maybe you are right, I was a little bit influenced by Bryan, you know, I finished all the books he brought to me, those great myths, wolf history, poems, Oh! And a few romance novels. “

“We can’t fall apart, Caelum. Not now. They need us.” “They need her.” The Wolves Gather That night, under the fractured moons, thousands of wolves poured into the Sanctuary. The air was electric with tension as gold-cloaked Light Wolves and obsidian-armored Shadow Wolves took their places in the great clearing. Old grudges simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to ignite. At the center stood two thrones—one carved from sunstone, the other from black obsidian. The twins approached together, their steps heavy with responsibility. “This will end in blood,” Caelum murmured.