Wolf Prince And Black Prince Novels & Stories

"Don't touch me! Do you even know who I am? I saved the Wolf King’s life. I'm the Queen's sister!" The two men burst out laughing. "You really think you can scare us with the Wolf King and Queen? I'll let you in on a secret. Those two sent us!" They started tearing at my clothes. No matter how I cursed or begged, they didn't stop. Just as despair swallowed me whole, the door was kicked open. Cade stood there, his face dark with fury. With his bare hands, he tore one of the werewolf's arms clean off. Blood sprayed everywhere as the man screamed and collapsed.

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

Then, he looked at my pale face. The killing intent in his eyes was obvious. He stood up slowly and walked to Cameron, who had gone stiff with terror. In a voice so calm it was terrifying, quiet enough for only the two of them, William said, "Alpha Cameron, the last one who dared hurt our princess had his corpse torn apart and offered to the wolf king." Cameron's entire body trembled. Sweat drenched his shirt in seconds. Only now did he finally realize the truth. The gentle, obedient she-wolf had always had the full strength of the Werewolf Kingdom behind her.

His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside. "We are not in the palace yet, and you are already being formal?" He sounded grim. "Whether or not we are there, certainty still holds, and am forever loyal to you". It was at that moment that he turned to face him and Scorpion's eyes went down after they beheld his. He didn't dare look at him, for the man he stood before was The prince, Nolan Armstrong I. He was back to himself, tọ his authoritative self. How? He used just one night to transform into the powerful man he used to be. The man that nobody was able to predict. What happened between him and the Royal ladies? Why did he suddenly change? Wait! Has he pl

That she wasn’t the one who got to me. A familiar black wolf races down the slope I fell down. His gaze latches onto me, a growl rumbling from deep within as he races faster. He rushes in, biting the wolf who attacked me on its neck until it releases me in a panic. The prince throws my attacker aside like it’s a doll and not a full-grown wolf. The discarded wolf slams into a tree with a whine, then falls limp and silent on the forest floor. Prince Owen howls, and all the other wolves stop what they’re doing as if the howl commanded them to. The scene becomes quiet.

What took everyone’s breath away and stunned us was her wolf was HUGE, as big as the Princes, and her wolf was Pitch black with a white stripe across her eyes and emanated power that of a royal. While usually, a wolf will look somewhat like their human counterpart, like the fur matching the hair color or the skin tone. Hers did not. The only common thing they had were their emerald eyes, which sparkled and glowed when in wolf form. Royal wolves were usually black or silver. When Prince Kellen shifted into his silver wolf no one thought much of it, but when Lamia shifted, there were murmurs and whispers. Her wolf was such a big contrast to her strawberry blond streaked hair and naturally oliv

For the first time, I could see that there was blood all over the prince’s body, and to my horror, the blood smelled familiar. “Prince Kaist, let me go,” I demanded. Father held Kaist’s arm that was holding me. “Please do as my daughter requests… your highness.” “Your husband’s wolf – what does it look like? Was it black all over, Dahlia,” Kaist said with the same mad look in his face. “No,” I replied back. “He has a white wolf. It’s a pure white wolf…” “Do you have any evidence of this? I need to see his wolf form myself…”

It was unexpected. Illarion Black, better known as the Black Prince, had been much different from the last time the nobles had seen him. The little boy, who was innocent and full of love, had turned into a big tall young man with a stern look. The rancid smell of blood still clung to his armour added to the darkness of the Black Prince's dark aura. The Black Prince bowed slightly with his hand pinned to his right chest, a gesture of respect, before saying, "Your Majesty, Prince Illarion Black salutes. To the glory of the great golden lion of Anarka."

She might not be able to use her Holy Power in fear of hurting her child, but at least her presence as the Crown Princess and the Saintess reassured people. That was when suddenly... CRASH! One of the castle windows shattered. A black three-legged wolf burst out in full power. "Wha—" Everyone widened their eyes, looking at the black wolf jumping to the sky, from roof to roof. It maneuvered with its agile movements, using every step effectively, even with only three legs. No one knew who that wolf was except the Lycans. They recognized their Beta, who was turned into their kind for punishment. It was the Second Prince of Hyacinth.