Novel & Cerita Wolf Prince And Black Prince

Now only two of them remain in the throne room, with the edge of the young consort’s wings retreating from the doorway. Just at the first glance, both are apparent to be father and son. They look too much alike, except that the prince’s features are more refined with smoother features, including his horns and wings, and that the king has wrinkles on his face. “I was sure that after centuries, humans had realized they were only alive because of our mercy, sir. This news is quite incredible to me. Not that I am saying I don’t believe your source,” Kannax adds after a split-second pause.

The two halves of the governor's body continued to move in midair, and blood from the body was spreading throughout the space. For some time, the two halves of the governor's body remain suspended in mid-air. After roughly twenty minutes, the two halves landed on the ground. Thousands of massive black wolves appeared out of the governor's blood. When the Prince saw they were about to attack the innocent people, he summoned the symbol of the death angel and descended with his coil. The dead angel and the enormous wolves fought fiercely, but forty-five minutes later, all the black wolves were on the ground. Prince, too, landed on the earth after ascertaining that all was well.

The war between White Clan Wolf's and Black Clan Wolf's are continue from two hundred year's. No one actually knows when it's start, it's like they start hating eachother beacuse of their wolf colour. Alexander Branson is a king of Black Wolf clan, he try to protect his people's to all bad things and punished them when ther are wrong. He want to end this war, but he don't know how? He is still single because he didn't find someone who is take the position of Donna in his clan.

​The entire hall gasped in unison as every head turned toward the entrance. ​Striding down the central aisle came Prince Leo Blackwood. He was a magnificent, intimidating figure of pure Northern power. Dressed in a midnight-blue velvet tunic embroidered with silver wolf crests, his broad shoulders were draped in a heavy dark fur mantle. At his hip hung The Moonlit Edge, its runic steel humming with a low, visible silver light. His dark hair fell over his brow, and his golden eyes burned with the lethal, unyielding flame of an Alpha warlord.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

Maxine remarked. "However, I hate to break it to you, but you aren't in a romance movie. And if you were the protagonist in a novel, the author writing your love life is a total jerk. You should be mad at the author just for letting you fall in love with a guy who carries a massive responsibility like Xian." She explained that Xian was a vampire prince, whereas I was nothing more than a lowly werewolf. This wasn't about how sweet our love story started or how ready we were to fight for it.

The alpha of the werewolves spoke up. "What do you mean by that? Why are we the only ones to take the blame?" the fairy queen queried in her high tinkling voice. "Who else should take the blame? Aren't you fairies known for prancing and flirting through the human world?" the alpha retorted. "But we aren't the only ones, Prince Starlix attacked a human town as well, why aren't you blaming him. Is it because he is a vampire." the fairy asked angrily. "Is that true, Queen of vampires? Did your son attack a human town?" the Alpha asked.

Adrian exhales slowly, like he’s bracing. And then he shifts. It isn’t loud like some shifts are. It isn’t theatrical. It’s brutal, controlled power, the snap and roll of bone, the ripple of muscle, fur spilling over skin like night flooding in. A massive black wolf stands where the prince was. Not just black, glossy, ink, dark, catching faint moonlight like polished obsidian. His shoulders are enormous, his head broad, his eyes a bright green that look almost unreal against the darkness. He’s bigger than Nate’s wolf.

- I understand you, John, I really understand ... - Jack began, but Black immediately interrupted him: - What can you understand? Have you ever been charged with such responsibility as the life of a person dear to you and the legacy of wolves? Have you been dubbed by your own brethren the prince of the blood? Do they have high hopes for you, predicting to become the king of the Northern clan, when the current ruler retires, transferring power to his heir? - the man's voice vibrated with barely restrained anger, his eyes began to glow, and long and very sharp claws grew sharply on his hands, saying that Black could break loose at any moment.

"And... you're dead." Axel chuckled in my head at my words. 'Our pup is rubbing off on you.' I smirked because she definitely was. I looked up to see the battle still being waged. All of a sudden, I see the Alpha King and his men bombard the field. He came in with a thunderous roar, and the ground shook. His wolf was huge. The royal wolf was an all black wolf with deep red fur on its paws. I could tell his son was here as well. His wolf was all black with the tip of his ears, and his tail tip also looked dipped in that same deep red shade. His bergade came in full force, slaughtering the warlocks. I watched the battle that was being fought and became skeptical.