Wolf Prince And Black Prince Novels & Stories

Juzar chimed in, and the laughter continued. “I’m not scared!” Asmal snapped, irritated. “Prove it! Ride with us,” Juzar challenged. “Your Highness, don’t. You know how much your father despises disobedience,” the bird whispered. “He won’t find out, Owwa,” the Prince replied. One by one, the young black vampires mounted their horses. When they reached the vast plains, they gasped upon seeing the healthy livestock owned by the whites. Without wasting time, they attacked the animals. The commotion drew the attention of the peaceful white workers.

Vanessa explained excitedly. Prince Dakar was a Wolf Prince from a faraway kingdom of wolf shifters. He was well-known fifty four years ago and was the dream of every lady who had heard about him. He went to wars and never lost. Was a master of archery and swordsmanship. He was simply the best.

She had gotten carried away, overjoyed to see Leila’s sad face. Two men in the Black Wings were reliving themselves on tree trunks behind her. She stopped searching and eavesdropped on their conversation. “Such a pity that the prince forbade us to go with him.” “You don’t say. I’d like to crack a bunch of werewolves heads myself.” “They have some guts to show up here in the dragon realm and invite the prince for a fucking talk. Talk my ass, just slit their throats and spill their filthy blood for the divinity.”

another guard contributed to the conversation. “I wasn't expecting this but the damage has been done and somehow, he deserves this,” I told myself but I am not sure if I actually meant what I said. “I heard the king wants to make the prince get everything ready within two months and he is going to the white Wolf Pack in six days.” I heard them say and that was the last straw of anger I felt for Vladimir. The white wolf is a legendary wolf pack that is known for harbouring all kinds of supernatural beings. If Vladimir goes there to confront them, I doubt he will survive it.

Her anger earlier had really frightened me. Catherine spoke in an easy-going tone, “If Leon chooses not to tell you everything about the black wolf, I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you for the time being. Though I do know something about black wolves. Leon was sent by his father to the Army for training at the age of seven. When I saw him again, he was a real man, a powerful alpha. From that moment I knew that he was no longer the son I remembered. He was Prince Leon, the future King of the Wolf Clan. If Leon did not tell you about the Black Wolf, it must have been because the time was not yet right. When the time is right, he will tell you everything!”

I mean, they might somehow be Whadh's–" The snarling Prince knocked the lamp off the lean table that it was sitting peacefully, jerking our souls off our bodies. "I'm right here and you're still referring to me like you're talking to someone else!" "You're a Prince but the Whadh I know too well is an Alpha of fifteen packs and he's also a werewolf." It was difficult to push those words out of me, knowing it could get a knife to my throat this time, even before letting the leg heal.

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

The look on her face wasn’t anything feral at all; it was more of a painting of tentative distress. Ferociously growling right in front of her was the Lycan prince, who’s now gone full rogue; his eyes became tattooed with total blackness. In them, you can’t even see the reflection of the bright moonlight. The young she wolf locked her gaze straight into the Lycan prince’s feral eyes, highly hoping that she’d find something behind them that would alter the course of this unfavorable ordeal. But all she found was nothing but an empty void of blackness, with certainly no trace of his soul left.

“What were you doing with Zanders?” Sweat trickles down my spine when I see the prince’s eyes are almost completely golden. His aura is ten times more than it usually is, showing his wolf is present. He shakes his head and faces me again, his eyes aren’t focused, they switch between gold and their natural dark brown. He is fighting for control with his wolf from the looks of it and I don’t even know who is winning, what I do know is, I don’t want to be here to find out.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.