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.

What? The W-Wolf King? Andrius was the Wolf King who commanded a million Lycantroops? Kapow!

He is handsome, I must admit. Family of Afelio, hmm. "Are you from the other dimension? The World of Vampires? I don't seem to know about your family name, sir," I said while deeply thinking about their existence. There are four kingdoms in the werewolf dimension. Kingdom Edington, Kingdom Sparta, Kingdom Hestia, and Kingdom Terra. All are classified based on power and economic standards. I wonder why Kingdon Edington still remains on top despite the cruel acts of their king.

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.

The woman tugged at her husband's arm as her eyes clouded over, and she began to speak to him mentally. "Your son is an omega," Axil stated coldly as he began to explain, "let me educate all the humans that are with us today. Werewolves are born with ranks due to their bloodline. We have the Alphas, then the Betas, the deltas, then finally the omegas, the weakest among us. Of course, it is possible for an Omega or Delta to raise in rank, but it's rare since they'll have to kill either an Alpha or a beta. Although they are the weakest of the pack, don't get me wrong. We don't shun them. Our job as leaders is to protect them. That's why werewolves move in packs. Every werewolf in this square r

I had no idea why I was even pursuing my hunger and not waiting til morning. I could still hear the small croaks in my head sobbing away. That couldn't of been Bahm.... The Demon-Wolf King that murdered his children, doesn't cry! The beast that forced me to drink wolfsbane, would never cry! The being that convinced me he was my mate and wanted to be with me, yet broke me into very tiny pieces of shattered glass, would never shed a tear for a Dark Witch like me. Maybe reality has hit him, or maybe his bride wouldn't bed him anymore....