Wolf Tenth Kingdom Novels & Stories

My father told me about wolves like him. He…Is The wolf king, the one who killed my father. I can't win this. I know it He knows it. Everyone here knows it. This is what the general was protecting everyone from. And for the first time since I left the gates. I regretted everything.

“I know what you are” The voice rings like an alarm in my ears. I know that voice… but it can’t be. Fear pumps my heart to dangerous speeds as realization hits, and I run over to my phone, scrolling through recent calls. I almost don’t believe the name on my screen. But who else could it be? It’s her. It’s Tara. Tara was the wolf who saw me. She’s the one who called me last night and confirmed she knows I’m a black wolf—the prophecy. She’s the only one, besides her grandmother, who knows what that means. I don’t even know what it fully means.

“The Raven Wolf King is just scary folklore—” “Folklore?” he cuts in. “You’re mistaken. The story is real. The Raven Wolf King truly existed. It’s written in the Elder King’s account. He’s said to have been defeated nearly seven centuries ago.” “Are you serious?!” “Yes! You can look it up in the library. Anyone can use it.” He then whispers, “Some even believe… that the Raven Wolf King didn’t die in The Battle of the Fallen.” “Great. Thanks for adding that to my nightmares.”

I sighed. I looked back at the book and saw that I was almost done on page 8. ‘I was on my journey towards the kingdom of North Snow when I encountered three wolves. They are in their human form and in the middle of them is a tiny little kid, a little pup, crying helplessly. It was a cold day, and the snow was pouring harshly. The Kingdom of North Snow has an undeniable cold temperature. The whole place is covered in snow, but even so, this place is still one of the strongest kingdoms because I heard that a great Alpha king rules here. He is also the youngest age to become Alpha king in the history of werewolves. I went back my eyes to the little pup. The three wolves are planning to sell th

His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then I saw something shift in his expression—a realization, a certainty. His nostrils flared, and his eyes began to glow faintly. Slowly, he stepped forward and took my hand in his. He raised it high and turned to face the crowd. “My mate… is a white wolf!”

Around it sat six wolves. I knew them all. Marcus Volk at the head, gray-haired, broad-shouldered, his face a mask of pleasant neutrality. Beside him, Helena Vasiliev, the only female Alpha in the Circle, silver braids wrapped around her head like a crown. Then Stefan Wilhelm, lean and hungry, his eyes never quite focusing on anything. Then the others, old men of power. Their eyes tracked me as I walked to the table. "Kazimir Rossi," Marcus said. "Thank you for joining us."

“But I'll do my best to explain.” And so, as moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a gentle glow over my room, Father began to unravel the mysteries of the wolf kingdom to me. “You see, my dear.” He began. “Our wolf kingdom is divided into different packs, each with its unique traits, territory, and hierarchy. At the top of this hierarchy are the alphas, the strongest and most dominant members of their respective packs.” He went on to explain that the Twilight Ridge pack, ruled by Alpha King Adonis, was the most powerful of all packs, their strength and influence surpassing all others.

Six wolves led three black stallions, jumping over rushing brooks, sleek rocks, and stretching, flowered banks. Finally, they arrived a glade surrounded by tall trees and dense briers. A wolf running beside the werewolf prince let out a long howl into the air, declaring their return. More wolves, all seemingly strong and powerful, emerged from the woods at his call. The six wolves shifted back into their human forms. Thorn, Hugo and Serlon dismounted. “Hiding here, in the dragon kingdom, all along?” Hugo said, cheekily, “You sure are discreet about trespassing on our land.”

"You will, Astrid. And remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here to support each other and ensure the kingdom thrives." "Moving on, Astrid, let's delve into our tax system." Astrid leans forward attentively, eager to grasp the details. "Tax system?" she inquires, eyebrows raised with curiosity. "Yes," Felicity nods, her expression becoming more animated. "In our Werewolf Kingdom, we have a structured approach to taxes that ensures all packs contribute according to their size and resources." "For the larger packs, those with over 20 million members," Felicity explains, "they contribute a substantial portion of their resources, typically around 10% of their total. This helps sustain o

Every woman out of that mountain is a free wolf of this kingdom from the hour it is signed, with a name entered on the rolls, a claim on the crown's protection, and no holding's leave required to live where she chooses. Three. The Frostfang valley and the north face and every acre from Kettil to the black hills, granted outright and in perpetuity to the two hundred and ninety-three, to be held by them and not of the crown, with no rent, no levy and no reeve, forever. Four. The banner. A silver wolf on black, flown at the same height as the crowned wolf on every royal staff in the kingdom, which he says he intends to raise himself, in front of the Council, on the day the Act is read.