Novel & Cerita Werewolf King

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

Alona’s eyes widened slightly. “King and Queen?” Cindy giggled. “Maybe you forgot that too. King Shane and Queen Amelia are the rulers of all werewolf packs. They live in the kingdom of Westoria. Red Moon Pack is one of the packs they govern, and Alpha Jake, their son, is the leader here. He is also the future King of the werewolves.” Alona nodded slowly, taking in the information. Cindy turned her to the mirror and smiled. “Perfect. You’re ready.”

another one replied, rolling her eyes. "He'll visit me tonight. I know it," the girl whose name was Molly said. My heart beat faster than it ever had before. He would visit her today? "You wish. I heard the king brought a werewolf girl," another one said. "A werewolf girl. Can you believe it? A filthy animal in our castle." They all laughed. The sound made me want to claw my nails on their faces. "Why would our king bring a wolf?" the dark-haired one asked. "Isn't it obvious?" Molly said, examining her perfect nails. "He's adding her to the harem."

Alpha Jackson informed her, but Lily smiled at him. "That's okay because I don't want your approval." She told him. She took a deep breath, her eyes focused, her shoulders back, her chin high, "Werewolves have existed since the story of Jesus Christ, the Werewolf King born in the fall of Julius Caesar." She started to recite their history. He was impressed that she managed to learn so much in such a short time. "We don't want to relearn our history." Alpha Derek let out a growl.

The fury on his face cracked, turning into confusion and then an existential crisis. “A… homewrecker?” he muttered the words to himself. The once untouchable future werewolf king, a pure-blood Alpha who had always stood above everyone, had just become a homewrecker? “That’s impossible…” His face turned deathly pale. “She said… she was single… She said she only loved me…” I fought down the urge to laugh hysterically. Carefully screwing the lid back onto the ointment, I delivered the finishing blow in a cautious tone.

I want the title of the werewolf king and I will do anything for it. Anything.

He looks to Leon. “Is this room sound proofed?” He asks, more sternly than when he had spoken to me. “Yes your majesty. All conference rooms and offices are equipped with non penetrable sound proofing.” Leon says proudly. The King nods his head. “Because there is someone in the room who doesn’t know our names, allow me to first introduce ourselves. My name is Tobias Renaldo. I am the King of Werewolves. This is my Royal Beta, Ricardo Viena. It’s good to see the new lead members of the White Fang Pack getting along. And we are sorry for the abrupt visit.” He said as if he were making a speech at a banquet.

Kayla said "What? I don't think he would help me," I said. I had heard about King Blake. He was the Werewolf King, and he ruled over all of the werewolves. I had also heard he was heartless and only thought about himself. He was twenty-five and mateless, and all he cared about was power.

It started with war pleaded with tears and ends with blood Once upon a time there lived an Alpha King named Alejandro king, he was ruthless and stern, he ruled the werewolf kingdom with an iron fist. The werewolf king had a mate, our queen, Ivory King. Our queen was unable to produce us an heir. After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused.