Wolf Tenth Kingdom Novels & Stories

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.”

"We're close." Grey merely nodded. Ahead, familiar mountain peaks emerged through drifting mist. Jagged. Ancient. Protective. Beyond them lay Stormfang, the Werewolf Kingdom’s capital. His kingdom. His burden. As they crossed the final ridge, Maya suddenly leaned slightly forward. Grey noticed through the corner of his eye how she was staring wide-eyed. The valley unfolded beneath them. Stone houses nestled between towering evergreens. Smoke curled from hundreds of chimneys. Frozen rivers shimmered beneath pale sunlight. Beyond the town stood enormous walls carved directly into the mountainside.

King Creek was visiting his son-in-law kingdom after hearing the death of one of his grandchildren. The Dragons and Wolves guards in the throne room prevented the Wolf from advancing. "I told you, there is something wrong when we hear the bell." King Henry said to his father-in-law. "What can a large Wolf be doing here?" "Oh my goodness." Queen Lucia said in shock not believing her eyes. "That is not just any Wolf Henry, that is our son Wolf, Willow." "Willow is just a twelve year old boy and his Wolf can't be this large." King Creek said in surprise.

The woman looked at the blade momentarily and then scrolled to Albert, who stood proudly before everyone in the form of a dashing golden wolf. "It turns out that the rumours were true. The Goldenwolf exists. He is a werewolf with an immortal soul. The king of all werewolves," Judith said. The woman knelt, saluting Goldenwolf. All the werewolves were hypnotised. One by one, they knelt before the Alpha, bowing to the majesty of Goldenwolf, the King of all werewolves.

No, she did not flirt with her father, she tried to relax, calm him down. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍ "So she's definitely not local." Father thought. All the locals know who he is. Taigo, master of the western forests. Head of a pack of black wolves. So the villagers would never allow themselves such impudence. Only this war spoiled everything, taking the lives of those dear to everyone and every creature, be you a man or a beast. Only Taigo was about to answer her, as the girl came very close, putting her hand on his bare chest, looking, it would seem, into his very soul.

"It's like 400 years ago. Unlike 2 kingdoms we had 4 kingdoms. There were North and South kingdoms too. The North Kingdom was at Nothern snowy mountains. That was how the North Mountain pack came. We are mountain wolves. The kingdom was very prosperous, large, and strong. There were constant wars between North and East kingdoms but it's not a big deal. Suddenly dark magic spread all over the kingdom. Wolves became weak. Young pups lose their ability to shift. King Luther did everything he could to protect his Kingdom. He reached out for help but was vain. Communication wasn't as fast as today.

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

Idris did not believe it. Andrius did not answer his question, and Severus made a motion with his hand. “Wolf King!” The soldiers cried out with as much respect and enthusiasm as they could. “Wolf King!” “Wolf King!” “Wolf King!” Their roars resounded through the sky, powerful and fierce. As for Idris... It was at that moment that he felt complete despair. It turned out that Andrius was the Wolf King of the Lycantroops in the west.

A new figure waited at the top. She was small, barely five feet, with silver-white hair cut in a severe pageboy that framed a face of sharp angles and pale, almost translucent skin. Her eyes were a solid, unsettling black no iris, no white. She wore a long gray coat that looked like it had been stitched from shadow, and her hands were gloved in the same material. A thin silver chain hung around her neck, ending in a single black thorn. She inclined her head. “Wolf King. The tunnels are compromised. Riven’s men used the old servant routes. I sealed three of them. Two remain open.”

My aura was pouring out of me and it was filled with hate. "You will address me as Alpha. Now speak! I'm losing my patients." "Yes Alpha, I'm sorry. Please." She pleaded, trying to gently move my claws from her leg. I gripped her tighter, feeling her thick blood pool around my hand. "The King is doing something. Trying to figure out something. He has a powerful witch with the sight. She guides him what to do and who to go after. This witch claims that they can make powerful wolves from special wolves essences."