Werewolf King Novels & Stories

Drako commented annoyed inside my head. When everyone quieted down, the former King stepped forward. He waved at the crowd and after clearing his throat he said loudly: -"My loyal people, I present to you our new King. All bow to Maximus Drako, the new king of all werewolves. I welcome you Maximus and I wish you prosperity and strength during your reign”. -"Long live the king!" the crowd cheered in unison several times while I waved to them. -"Now that we've taken the throne let's bring our mate back" Drako commented inside my head.

It was clear she was the belle of the ball. "I wonder how the meeting is going with that usurper king," Luna Erica sneered. Luna Charlie gasped and scanned the crowd. "Erica, you can't say that so boldly! Do you want to get killed?" "Well, he's definitely a usurper. There are rumors that the rightful heir is still alive and wants his throne back. That's why he's deploying more warriors; he's shaken on his throne," she laughed. Indeed, rumors had circulated that the real werewolf king survived the slaughter of his family and now sought to reclaim his throne. The king had been restless, but no one had dared to speak out so boldly. The we

Trembling, the subordinate shoved a tablet in front of Claude and explained quietly, "We just found out Mr. Wulfric isn't just some managing director. "Not only is he the legendary lunatic who took on ten Alphas alone, but he's also the Alpha King who rules the entire werewolf kingdom." "What did you say?" Claude's voice shot up sharply as he snatched the tablet in disbelief. On the screen was a top-secret file. The wolf in the photo with the piercing, cold gaze was none other than Mr. Wulfric, standing before them with his tie loosened and a frappuccino in hand. He was the Alpha King, the presence before whom all werewolves must bow.

"Sophia must complete the ceremony today. What the hell is wrong with you?" Right at that moment, the iron gates on the edge of the square were kicked open. The border Warriors flew out like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the long tables. The man dressed entirely in black walked in slowly and methodically. Behind him trailed a squad of werewolves reeking of a foul stench. He wasn't an ordinary Rogue. He was the Rogue King—the king of stray wolves whom even the Council couldn't handle, commanding the largest Rogue camp in North America. The territory in his hands wasn't on the Council's map, but it was larger than any official Pack.

“Bow before your king, Xhang.” He turned and faced the third elder. “Bow before your king Carlos.” “Bow before your king, Broja. Bow before your king, Obada. Bow before your king, Denzel. Bow before your king, Igor. All of you, bow before your king!” “It is him,” Elder Faustus said and bowed down. “Welcome back, my king.” All seven elders bowed to the ground before Xavier. “Welcome back my king.” they chorused. Elder Xhang stood up and walked over to the crowd. “All hail King Dan Damon, Alpha of the Black Wolf pack and King of all werewolves. Bow before your king!”

I asked and she affirmed by saying, "Yes love, it was the grandest celebration ever but all that didn't last long," "They got killed?" I asked "Worse. On the last day of the feast when you were just seven days old, The king's army invaded our pack because they wanted you for themselves," "King?" I asked and she nodded her head saying, "Yes king, you see in the werewolf world there is something called a king, he is like a president and alphas are like leaders of little cities,"

I cried myself into a sleep so heavy that even my dreams left me alone. ***** Meanwhile — Night Howl Pack House The entire werewolf kingdom had been buzzing for weeks. King Sebastian Reynolds — Lycan King, the most powerful man alive — was paying a visit to the Night Howl pack. It was the kind of honour that Alphas spent lifetimes hoping for, and Alpha Jackson had wasted no time turning it into the event of the year. The pack house had been transformed. Staff moved in every direction. Decorations, catering, security — all of it calibrated to impress a king.

Nicolas is having some of his men find out what witch or Witches Vlad has helped from as to narrow down what spells are common with that coven. Day Four – The King had teleported into Warrior field, walks over to Nicolas and Alexander. The packs bare their necks in submission and respect to the King of Werewolves. The King waves his hands gesturing for the packs to be at ease, to return to their normal stance. Nicolas and Alexander's usher the King into the Command tent.

My wolf became angry, he did not accept the king's supremacy over us, nor did I promise fidelity to his rule. But the wise thing to do was to stay under but Stanlay still stood. Like a princess that she was as immune as I was to the king's impressive aura. I pulled her hand to urge her to do the same as I did, but she did not understand the tip. Why do you forget she became a werewolf just a few weeks ago. Of course she does not know what this means, my secretive and quite personality came back to bite me in the ass. This is bad, really bad, the worst case scenario is bad. The king is now in front of us. Red eyes and sharp long canines, he looked more like a villain than the King of Jordan.

- I, Aethelwulf King, Alpha of the Royal Pack, King of the Werewolves, hand over my powers in the name of the Moon Goddess so that my son, Julius King, may receive them. - I, Julius King, Aethelwolf King Son, Crown Prince of the kingdom of Werewolves, accept to receive the powers that my father gives me. The vampires present have never witnessed such a ceremony and are fascinated when Aethelwulf appears to become smaller while Julius becomes larger and visibly stronger. - I, Elena King, Luna of the royal pack and Queen of the werewolves, hand over my powers in the name of the Moon Goddess so that Romeo Blood, the mate of the king of the werewolves and alpha of the royal pack, receives them.