Novels by King's pen

Lena stood, staring at her sinful reflection in the mirror. She was beautiful. Breathtaking. Her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the straps of her dress. The velvet emerald gown hugged her curves like it had been sewn specially for the occasion—for revenge. Elegant, decent enough, yet there was a provocative edge to it.Her makeup was subtle, yet captivating. Her hair were a glossy ways, cascading down her shoulders. She applied a dark wine lipstick—a promise of chaos and blood."You look so beautiful....." Mia gasped behind her. "It's seems you're more prepared for the bash than we are."Of course, she was. For three years she has been fucking preparing for this.Quinn adjusted her glasses. "Seriously. You look .... Powerful."Cameilla didn't say anything. Despite her revealing gown, she looked so tacky compared to Lena.Lena turned around, giving them a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, ladies."But inside her was a raging storm. She hadn't expected that she'd be meeting

Blackthorne Academy.1 p.m.The gate of the Blackthorne Academy loomed ahead—like an entrance to another world. Maybe it was, because this is where the elites and the strongest warrior all over the kingdoms are groomed and trained.Lena heart raced as Darius pulled up in the driveway just before the dormitory."I guess this is it," he said, stepping out and opening the car boot.Lena stepped out too, pulling out her two boxes. She had difficulty carrying them, so Darius took it from her, carrying it like it weighed nothing. "Should I help you carry it to your dorm?" He asked, his voice calm."No. I'll be fine." she smiled.Selena stepped out from the other side , her gaze sharp and cold. She pulled out her small bag, throwing her hair back and hissed under her breath, "Don't you dare try to talk to me in public? Or pretend like we are family. Understood?"Lena didn't say a word—she just looked at her unbothered. It was a good thing. She wasn't planning on doing them even if Selena had

Rogue kingdom.7 p.m.Four long years had passed.Four years since that fateful night Lena lost everything —her identity, her home, her pack. And in those four years, she had become someone different, someone new.The Rogue king had proven to her that not all heroes wear cape. He had taken her into his kingdom and unlike the horror, the molestation she had expected as the Rogues who found her dragged her back, he had not treated her as a prisoner, a slave or his plaything.Immediately he saw her trembling in their grasp with a tear-streaked face, Lucian Vargan, crouched down beside her, taking in her dishealved state. He wasn't always soft but there was something about her, something distinct that tugged at him in ways he didn't expect—maybe because she was the same age as his daughter. He gave her a soft smile, much to the surprise of everyone present.Lucian Vargan nursed her back to health, gave her a new home and even named her anew—Aurora—which means a new beginning. Lena had acc

Whitmore Pack.8 p.m."Lena, run!" Her Mother's voice cut through the chaotic night, raw with urgency. "Run and don't look back! That's my last command as your mother." Luna Lilly pushed her daughter with every ounce of strength left inside her, but Lena was too weak to move, too emotionally drained to even hear her mother's words. Hot tears streamed down her face as she watched the huge wolves ripped down her people, their claws connecting brutally to their bodies, their fangs tearing them apart like they weren't of the same kind—like they were a prey to be killed and devoured.Bodies littered around the pack house, twisted and broken. The pack warriors, the elders, even the pups have been slaughtered. The metallic tang of blood filled Lena's lungs—suffocating and terrifying.Lena Whitmore, the seventeen-year-old girl princess of the Whitmore Pack had always been admired for her ethereal beauty—long, cascading black hair. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shades of silver. Her skin flawle