Wolf Tenth Kingdom Novels & Stories

A scent forever ingrained in her psyche, one that caused her equal parts pleasure and pain, as memories Alina purposely buried, reared up in her mind, reminding her of the one man who broke her heart into a thousand pieces. Lucas... Alina drew herself up to her full height, scenting the air, and taking a deep breath she transformed as she threw herself over the balcony, morphing into the royal wolf she was. Then the hunt began. A sprint to the creek on the far end of the grounds turned up nothing, save the faintest of scents indicating Kellan had taken a drink from the water on his way through. Nose to the ground, the Queen stalked through the forest where Axl's old home stood amongst the tr

Fionna dropped the wet linen on the tub. "Beyond our realm lie the Three Kingdoms. It's said that there's more than one realm altogether. We exist under the authority of the magic council, with the Southern, Eastern, and Western Kingdoms each having their own dominion. We find ourselves in the Western Kingdom, ruled by the King of Wolves. Alpha Knight Strevus, the third prince, is our leader, though we usually address him by his last name. This Western Kingdom is further subdivided by smaller..." "Hold on? There's more?"

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....

his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot. "I learned this trick from Chad. If he can change his aura, so can I. I'm a Dark, remember. My human is special. I don't know many Darks, but what I do know is, my human is stronger than most others. Now we can battle if you like, but I've already won. What's your name? Tell me now, wolf!" Rex demanded. "I am,defeated. You are worthy of knowing my name, I am King." he bowed to Rex.

“Oh yes, the Golden Clan. In general, two clans stand above all werewolves: Golden - their flock is located in Canada and Diamond - live in northern India. The Golden Clan, they are, roughly speaking, politicians. Resolve all issues between humans and werewolves. Economy, division of territories, diplomacy, they do a lot of things. And the Diamond clan is engaged in religion. All sources of power werewolves under their control. Tell me, - she looked at me, narrowing her eyes, - what planet did you live on if you don’t know such banal things? It's in the third grade, they probably teach. - Aline, I can't tell you. - Noticing how in her eyes it goes out, only the trust established between us,

She understood the self-sufficient philosophy of her old pack, but this wasn't making sense. "Alright, so little shifter lesson for you. We are all governed by a council. The council is all retired Alphas. They look about eighty but most of them are more like two hundred. They live together in Northern Wisconsin. They make the rules, handle major disputes, approve new packs, they're pretty much our presidents. The only criteria to be on the council is having served as an alpha and being one of the five oldest wolves. So when one of them dies they know who's coming on board next."

Keeping a wolf without knowing his identity was a danger, especially in Redhowl Vale where people waited greedily for the power of a king. The sound of a metal door slamming echoed in the air. King Radolf Wolfshon stepped inside in all his kingly aura and glared down at the beaten wolf. Yes, Axel was beaten until Cohen was tired, and his hands got burning pain from the chain. Still, he refused to show off his human face.

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

I knew that not far away, on a snow-covered hill, there was a lone wolf. His eyesight and hearing were sharp. He must have heard every word Julian and I exchanged. He must have seen us hold each other and kiss. But he only crouched there in the snow, unmoving. - Extra: Many years later, the wolf pack no longer had a king. It was said that the young Wolf King went mad, slaughtered every traitor, and then renounced the throne himself. He exiled himself to the edge of the human world. The day Julian and Selena were married, the world took notice.