Wolf Prince And Black Prince Novels & Stories

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

Julius raised his eyebrows. - Precisely 257 years ago, a prince was born in this pack. He had your green eyes and your black hair, and like you, he was attractive and intelligent. He and his twin sister were raised with all the care, teachers of various subjects and were excellent fighters. His name was Arion king and his sister was called Ariana king. When they both turned 18, she received a magnificent white wolf and her brother a black wolf. They were the joy of the pack. Their young princes ran around the field happily. They love each other, and they swore never to stand against each other. In those times, wolves and vampires lived in harmony, and some of the teachers were even vampires,

The two of them had come out of the arid field and entered the forest with the trees that had died. "What place is this?" Prince Xander muttered. Suddenly, something passed in front of him. Like a black shadow. Prince Xander was taken aback and immediately retreated. He took a ready position. A moment later, the black shadow appeared again and more and more. Prince Xander tried to calm down. He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes. Just as he was trying to concentrate, suddenly, his guardian wolf let out a long howl. Prince Xander Reenan spontaneously opened his eyes. "Damn, I was deceived," muttered prince Xander Reenan when he saw his guardian wolf surrounded by b

"Presenting Princess Sapphire Cline and Charles Gordon." "Mate." My wolf Fenris makes himself known. He basically growled out that word. In walks the most amazing looking woman I have ever seen. She has fire-red hair. And finally, it dawned on me he said the princess. O my goodness my mate is the vampire princess.

It was a beautiful and lovely big wolf. Everyone was memerised at the sight of his wolf. He was the legendary black wolf everyone has being waiting for. He was the alpha of all alphas. "awoooooo! Awooooooo! Awoooo! " The pack was beginning to yell after him even though they haven't shifted. The crowd calmed down after some minutes of noise. After about thirty minutes of some inaudible words form the witch and some other people the time came and the prince was crowned the king.

Luke said with a deep thick voice and growled. Prince Roy Havert was the Lycan prince of the Blackpool Pack. The Blackpool Pack ruled over all other packs. Prince Roy was only coming for an important ceremony that has always taken place on every full moon. Roy seemed to be the cold type of guy because of his cool face but yet unpredictable and dangerous.

To him, this pup had hurt his daughter and he was going to pay for it in full. Alexandrov watched in horror as Antonio shifted in mid-jump and landed on the Prince. The prince had shifted as well into a large pure white wolf. Even in his wolf form, he looked regal. The prince defended himself against the angry father. Although Prince Cole was convinced this man wasn't just a Beta, the way this wolf moved and attacked. He held the strength of an Alpha. At least he did base on the strength of the other Alphas he had fought. Then again Alpha Vasiliev ran a strong pack. They hadn't been to war in a while and were mostly peaceful. Now he was beginning to understand why.

The taste of him raised the bloodlust in my wolf and I snarled, adrenaline flooding my system, paws scrabbling for purchase as Prince’s squeal of fear was cut off and he tried desperately to rear and shake me off, to pull me backwards—but I’d cut off his air, and he was already pouring blood. It would be seconds before he’d grow weak. Paw me. Hit me. Hurt me. I wanted to scream at him to beat me off. But my jaw and chest were already saturated in his blood. He stumbled, mouth open, eyes rolling, ears pinned back tight against his skull, dragging me further and further from where I’d betrayed him, but spinning and staggering, instead of attacking me. And then he started to shake. For a moment

In their eyes, they were the real brothers. Everyone knew the palace had two princes, Prince Caesar and Prince Hommes. They both had identical blond hair and blue eyes, whereas I was different. I was the offspring of a sorceress’s seduction of the king. I was the son of a sorceress and a werewolf, with black hair and blue eyes. I was a taboo in the werewolf palace, and no one dared to discuss me. "Hommes, did you skip archery practice again today?" The taller Prince Caesar stood in front of the younger Prince Hommes. He looked angry, his voice barely concealing his frustration. His sharp blue eyes bore into Hommes, who was clutching a toy.

The young prince says, even though his eyes are watching the females, he reminds me of Bjorn at his age. After a round of introductions we stand talking, I must say it’s the black haired witches mate that holds my curiosity. For as dark as she is her mate is all light, he smiles and makes jokes it’s clear he is the peace maker between this group of men. He is the double of his father, both happy easy going men. I notice Bjorn watching him with a curious look, but before I can say anything the ass has to open his mouth.