Romans & histoires Werewolf King

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

“Thank you all for gathering here tonight on this joyous occasion. I have ruled over the werewolf Kingdom for the last twenty- two years. I am honored to now pass this honor to my son. He has been pushed to his limits and surpassed my demands as King of the Werewolves.” Dad goes on and on for another ten minutes. “Son, please come here….” He says. I walk over to where my father is standing and face him. “I Lincoln Nickolas Jones King of all Werewolves relinquish my title to my first born. My Son and new King of all Werewolves Rasheed Michael Jones.”

The King was the strongest and most dominant Wolf of our Realm and had ruled over us for centuries. “Do you swear to act in the best interest of your pack and people, rather than guided by selfish intentions?” After hearing my confirmation, the King continued, “Do you swear to follow the law and custom of the werewolf Realm, protect those who are more vulnerable, withhold the spirit of community and respect the Goddess and her divine will?” “Yes, I swear,” I said, after repeating the King’s binding words. Taking a dagger from the table behind him, the King slid both his hand and mine and pressed them together.

My breath caught when the shift was complete, and the creature standing before us was unlike any werewolf. It was bigger. Much bigger. Tower-like. Black as dark night, with molten golden eyes that blazed like fire. This wasn't a wolf. This was— A king. A true one. The epiphany hit me like a punch. Elias wasn't just a werewolf. He was the Werewolf King. The one Selene had warned me about. A shiver of fear crawled up my stomach as I backed away, my entire body screaming at me to run.

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

It was indeed a gruesome way to die. He then dropped the bodies to the ground, holding onto the head of the already lifeless Lord. The traitor had been killed. King Kael reverted to his male form once more, his gaze sweeping across the shocked soldiers, face hard as steel. "My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground."

Surrender now or face the consequences. "You are a fool, and you have no right to be the werewolf king," he says. "You must be joking if you think you can take me down with these little wolf warriors of yours. I can easily kill all of you without lifting my hand." "You are nothing more than a pathetic creature," he continued. "I will show you the power of a real werewolf king." With a roar, he transformed into a massive wolf, twice the size of the others. He charged, ready to prove his strength. "I may be a fool," I reply, "but I am a fool with strength and determination. My wolf warriors may be small, but they are fierce and lo

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

"Summon the Pack Council." The wolves around us all lowered their heads. A Pack Council judgment meant someone was about to be exiled. The Head Alpha didn't care about how pathetic Cynthia looked right now and scolded her without mercy. "We're building this center on our territory for the pack, for all our wolves. What gives you the right to say it can't open? And you're supposed to be an unmated female—what exactly is your relationship with Marcus?" He turned his stern gaze toward Marcus.

Vanir was Jacob St. Laurent, Vanir was the King of Vampires. That was the mantra that I repeated in my head as I made my way to work the next morning, the events of last night still replaying in my mind. Vanir had quickly made work of the newly mades that had come to cause a disruption in one of the human-vampire establishments, the gang of uncultured rebels routing when they saw their King of Vampires had intervened during their raid and then Vanir had drove me home in complete silence, not even bothering to explain or attend to the numerous questions that were raging a protest in my head and I hadn't bothered to let out the sea of questions either.