Wolf Prince And Black Prince Novels & Stories

He was a Prince, but apart from his wolf smell which he seemed to have gotten used to, he liked the feel of his soft skin against his fingers, even the sound of his voice was more than enough to turn him on. If not that they had both somehow passed out, he knew that he would have definitely gone all the way. Moreover, the thought of doing it with a werewolf excited Geran. “What do you…” “I want us to finish what we started,” but Geran had just spoken when he looked up to see Darun scoff and chuckle at him almost at the same time. “We’re both men are you crazy?” Drain asked slowly coming to the conclusion that the prince in front of them was slightly mad.

Quickly, he reached his father so that they could send back up. Meanwhile, Harold cloaked himself and his army in invisibility. They wanted to see how far the big black wolf can hold on for. The other warriors heard the commotion and came to investigate. They recognized the big black wolf but knew not the other one. They also noted that the other wolf was scentless. When they arrived and saw that the prince had the upper hand, they shifted back to human form and watched.

It wanted me to do something. Something startled me from my sleep. I shook the cobwebs from my head and rubbed my eyes. Then I heard yapping and growing and playful barking. I looked out the window to see the whole pack of wolves outside. There were seven of them in total, ranging in color from red to black and even a pure white one. They ran and pounced and wrestled with each other like a litter of puppies.

Real wolves. The Prince's opponent is a wolf with fur the same color as his hair; pure copper. The golden eyes seem to shine as it stares at the other with fangs bared in clear threat. The nails in silver claws. And he still holds the spear in his hand, ready to attack. He has a body posture like the man he once was, yet animalistic. I'm shaking, confused and curious. My eyes burn from the long time without blinking, but I'm surprised by a third beep that makes me close my eyes.

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

A black wolf with golden paws, white strips on his tail, and blue skylight eyes. ‘’Bring it on’’ he growls at the guards. Everyone knew better than to fight with the god of war. He was the war god and the best in the land, ‘’come on if you want your sacrifice so much then you will have to go through me to get it, nothing more” Damon was not only daring be scary as well. Prince Philip transforms, his wolf is dark and scary with bloodshot red eyes, white fur, and dark spots. He is the few blessed with red eyes, which Is not very common within the clan.

A big black wolf appeared from behind the tree; he looked powerful. His fur was as dark as the night, shimmering under the fading sunlight with an otherworldly glow. Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. She was stunned by the sheer beauty and strength his wolf exuded. The alpha prince in all his primal glory. Cade gasped, his eyes wide with excitement rather than fear. "Wow!" he squealed, taking hesitant steps towards the towering creature.

South Dakota’s Shadow Prince The only challenger brave—or foolish—enough to face Luca was a young wolf from the Black Hills Shadow Pack of South Dakota. Prince Raven Stormclaw, son of King Rain Stormclaw. A lineage steeped in legend, magic, and ancient indigenous wolf rites. Their pack was known for its mystic abilities—spiritual projection, ancestral possession, and dreamwalking. Rare traits. Dangerous talents. Raven was only sixteen, but he already carried the makings of a king. Blue-black hair in a thick warrior braid down his spine. Bronze skin and sculpted muscle. His eyes were sharp with mischief and something more profound, and a presence that made people look twice, even before they

The magic surged, consuming everything. When the light faded… the brown runt was gone. In its place stood a pure white wolf, larger than life, radiant, glowing with ethereal power. And behind her… the soft, fragile sounds of two newborn pups. One, predominantly black with a white patch on its chest. The other, snow-white with a black mark over its heart. The room fell silent. The impossible made real. True royal blood reborn in the heart of ruin.

Princess Lahore had read in an ancient book once found in her father's library which talked about black wolves from the Donner's pack Once a black wolf is seen in the royal line, he or she is the real one entitled to the throne. Princess Faricenda pounced on her four paws, pulling Luna Luciana's door down but shockingly, she met her dead on the floor in a pool of blood. The family members were in great mourning of the people who had died in the space of two weeks, the palace was in grief.