Novels by King Of Plot Twist

I cry out in pain, holding my chest as the bond severs. It feels like my heart is being ripped apart, like I'm being torn in two. "Why?" I whisper, my voice shaking with agony. "Why did you do this to me? It hurts so bad." Lucien's expression is cold, his eyes gleaming with a cruel light. "Aww, my little Thorn," he says, his voice dripping with malice, patting the back of my head. "You can never be my mate. You can never get my love." I feel a wave of despair wash over me, and I sob uncontrollably. "Why?" I demand, my voice rising in anguish. "Why did you do this to me?" Lucien laughs, a cold, mirthless sound. "You should ask your dead father," he says, his eyes glinting with hatred. "The only reason I took you, the only reason I stopped you from escaping and getting mated with Caleb, is because I want revenge for what your father did to me. To my family!" I stare at him, my mind reeling with shock and pain. The look in his eyes is one of pure hatred, a deep-seated ang

He's transformed, dressed in a sleek black blazer suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and chiseled features. He looks like he's getting ready for a high-stakes occasion, and he exudes an air of confidence and power. His hair is styled perfectly, the dark strands swept back to reveal his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. His eyes, a piercing blue, seem to gleam with appreciation as he takes in my appearance. "You're pretty," he says, his voice low and smooth. "The blue crystal gown suits you." I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as he pushes off from the doorframe and walks towards me, his movements fluid and predatory. "Thanks," I manage to say, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in my stomach. Lucien stops in front of me, his eyes roaming over my face and body. "Honestly, you look stunning," he says, his voice sincere. "I'm glad you're wearing that gown. It will make a statement tonight." I raise an eyebrow, curious despite myself. "What occa

I struggle wildly, trying to open the door and jump out, but it's jammed, refusing to budge. I yank on the handle, desperation clawing at me, but it won't give. Lucien lets out a low, exasperated sigh. "It's futile, Aria. Stop struggling. You're only going to exhaust yourself." I glare at him, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline. "Let me out of here! You can't just kidnap me and expect me to go along with it!" Lucien's expression remains calm, but his eyes gleam with a hint of amusement. "Oh, but I can. And I will. You're my mate now, Aria. You're mine to protect, mine to care for. And mine to keep." I snort, rolling my eyes. "Protect? Care for? You call this protection? You call this care?" Lucien's gaze narrows, his voice taking on a slightly sharper tone. "You're not listening, Aria. You're mine now. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means keeping you prisoner." I laugh, a harsh, bitter sound. "You're insane. You really think I'll j

His mate? How dare he say such a thing? Who really is this man? And how can he claim me as his mate when I'm standing here with Caleb, ready to pledge my love and loyalty to him? The questions swirl in my mind, but before I can ask any of them, the man's eyes seem to bore into mine, and I feel like I'm drowning in their depths. The pack priest's voice trembles as he calls out, "Lucien Veyrien Hale, why have you come here?" The man's eyes never leave mine as he responds, his voice low and husky. "I'm here to claim my mate," he says, his words dripping with possession. Caleb's grip on my hand tightens, and he turns to me, his eyes filled with concern. "Aria, do you know him?" he asks, his voice low and urgent. I shake my head, feeling a sense of confusion and fear. "No, I've never met him before," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Lucien Veyrien Hale. The name sends a shiver down my spine. Everyone in the pack knows who he is. He's the Alpha of the Crescent Rid

I stand at the altar, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I'm finally marrying Caleb Drennan, my gentle and kind-hearted Beta wolf from the Silverwood Pack. He smiles at me, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners, and I feel my knees weaken. His hand wraps around mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. We've been together for three years, and every moment with him has been a gift. He's the only one who's ever seen past the scars of my past, past the whispers and the bullying. He's the only one who's ever made me feel like I'm worth something. As I look at him, I'm flooded with memories of our time together. I remember the way he used to walk me home from school, protecting me from the snickers and the sneers of the other pack members. I remember the way he'd listen to me, patiently and kindly, when I needed someone to talk to. And I remember the way he'd hold me, warm and safe, on cold winter nights. The pack priest clears his throat, drawing our atten

The ocean below had settled into a mirror-like quiet, its surface reflecting the vast, clear expanse of a starry sky that our realm had not seen in a thousand years.The remaining embers of the Leviathan’s core dissolved into silver mist, drifting on the gentle, salt-laced sea breeze. High above us, the five floating landmasses hovered in perfect, harmonious alignment, their glowing ley-line conduits forming a celestial pentagram of soft golden and silver light against the dark cosmos.Commander Valerius’s flagship glided to a halt fifty yards off our starboard bow. The four-pronged halberd he had wielded as a threat was now sheathed across his back, and the silver-haired warrior stood at his ship's bow, surrounded by his scale-armored officers. In unison, the entire crew of the Solarian flagship crossed their left arms over their chests, sinking to one knee on the slick, rain-washed iron deck."The Sun-Spire remembers its oath," Valerius’s voice echoed across the quiet water, strip

The roar that erupted from the ocean floor was not merely sound; it was a physical force, a dense kinetic shockwave that tore through the stormy atmosphere and slammed into the hull of the Valiant’s Dawn.The dreadnought pitched violently to the port side, its anti-gravity turbines screaming under the sudden strain as the sea below exploded into a towering column of black water, crimson foam, and boiling steam.The First Leviathan had broken the surface.It was vast beyond comprehension—a colossal, ancient terror forged from biological bone and calcified star-metal. Its serpentine body stretched over two miles across the churning waves, its hide armored in jagged plates of obsidian scale that absorbed the rain like dry ash. Along its terrifying spine, five massive star-metal reactors—the stolen engines of the sunken city of Solaria—pulsed with a blinding, volcanic red heat, illuminating the storm clouds above in a sickly, apocalyptic wash of crimson."FIRE ALL BOW CANNONS!" Dominic’s

The sea beneath us ceased its violent churning and began to pulse in dark, oily waves that mirrored the deep crimson light bleeding from the seabed.High above the black water, suspended between the twin hulls of the Valiant’s Dawn and the Solarian flagship, the air grew unnaturally warm. The freezing salt spray turned to thick, heavy steam as it hit the thermal aura radiating from Commander Valerius’s hull."The First Leviathan," I repeated, my voice steady despite the sudden, icy drop in my stomach.Dominic’s hand tightened on my hip until his fingers dug through the thick velvet of my coat. I could feel the violent surge of his Alpha adrenaline spiking through our bond—not fear, but a cold, predatory readiness to tear apart anything that dared rise from the dark."It was never a legend, Sovereign," Valerius said, his weathered face gleaming under the harsh red spotlights of his vessel. He didn't flinch as Dominic’s silver aura loomed over the space between us. "When the continent f

The air inside the bridge reached a boiling point. Dominic’s silver Alpha aura rolled outward like a physical shockwave, spider-webbing the high-tensile glass of the main viewport.Outside, rain lashed against the viewport in sheeted torrents, illuminated by the violent crimson back-light of the leviathan ship hovering mere fifty feet away. The armored warrior on the platform did not lower his halberd. His face was concealed beneath a high-crested helmet forged from dark, iridescent scales, but his posture was absolute iron."Stand down, Dominic," I commanded softly.I didn't yell. I didn't raise my voice. I spoke with the dual-layered frequency of the Sovereign, letting the silver magic ripple across the bridge console, soothing the jagged edges of Dominic’s lethal rage.Dominic didn't move away, but his jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched along his throat. "Elara, he just threatened to sink our fleet.""And he’s standing on an open deck in a thunderstorm, three thousand feet abov

The command bridge of the Valiant’s Dawn, the Reapers' flagship dreadnought, hummed with the steady, heavy vibration of four anti-gravity turbines.Outside the floor-to-ceiling reinforced glass viewports, the midnight skies above the Eastern Trench were a churning abyss of black clouds and relentless rain. Below us, three thousand feet beneath the storm-tossed surface of the ocean, the red glow from the trench was no longer just a flicker. It was a massive, bleeding scar across the sea floor, illuminating the dark waves from below like a submerged volcano on the verge of eruption.Rain slammed against the glass in heavy sheet cascades, but inside the bridge, the air was warm, sterile, and thick with military tension."Depth readings are holding at four thousand meters," Tristan reported smoothly, his fingers dancing across the translucent holotable in the center of the room. His dark eyes flickered with calculated precision as streams of tactical telemetry reflected in his irises. "T

The quiet that followed the stabilization of the vault was not a peace; it was the uneasy lull of a war taking a breath.Thick, pale gray mist from the shattered cooling vents swept through the ruined archives, clinging to the broken marble steps and swirling around our boots like ghost-light. The heavy smell of ozone, scorched silver, and sulfur was sharp enough to burn the back of the throat, but no one moved to clear the air. We stood at the edge of the abyss, five Kings and a Sovereign, listening to the faint, deep hum of the silver rods driving straight into the black heart below.Every ten seconds, the silver alloy pulsed with a low, resonant thrum, sending tiny ripple-waves of white light through the dark fissures in the bedrock. The black crystal heart was trapped, its ancient malice suppressed beneath a thousand tons of forced kinetic pressure, but the air above it still felt heavy—like standing beneath a crackling thundercloud that refused to break.Dominic didn't loosen h

Becky's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the nurse. "Pregnant? Twins?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt like she was in a dream, like this was all just a cruel joke.The nurse nodded sympathetically. "I'm afraid it's true, Becky. The test results confirm it."Becky's mind reeled as she thought about the implications. She had always thought she was infertile, that she would never be able to have children. And now, suddenly, she was facing the possibility of having twins.She looked at the nurse, her eyes narrowing. "You're lying," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Show me the test results."The nurse nodded and handed her the papers. Becky's eyes scanned the documents, her heart racing as she saw the confirmation of her pregnancy. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, denial, and a hint of wonder."How come?" she asked the nurse, her voice still shaking. "I've always thought I was infertile. How did this happen?"The nurse smiled. "It's a miracle, Be

Becky's body began to shake as the reality of her situation hit her. She felt like she was being suffocated by William's relentless pursuit to destroy her. The phone slipped from her fingers, falling onto the bed as she buried her head between her legs.Tears streamed down her face, soaking her pants as she sobbed uncontrollably. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was drowning in a sea of despair. The hospital room, once a place of healing and refuge, now felt like a prison, a reminder of all the things she had lost.As she cried, Becky's body convulsed with sobs. She felt like she was being torn apart, like her very existence was being ripped from her. “Why me?! Why me?! Why why why?!”She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't think straight. All she could do was feel the overwhelming pain and desperation that threatened to consume her.The minutes ticked by, but Becky didn't notice. She was lost in her own world of sorrow, a world that seemed to have no escape. The sound

Her eyes widened as she read the message:"Dear Becky,We regret to inform you that we have decided to let you go, effective immediately. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause and appreciate the brief time you spent with our team. Unfortunately, your performance and adaptability did not meet our expectations, and we feel it is best to part ways.Sincerely,[Management]"Becky felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She had just started today, and now she was being fired? The timing seemed almost cruel. She thought about Ellen, wondering if this was somehow connected to her nemesis. The universe seemed to be conspiring against her, and Becky couldn't help but feel like she was running out of options.Becky's mind racing, she wondered again if William was behind this. She remembered his threat earlier that day to make her resign or he'd let her go. Could he really stoop that low? The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that he was involved.Without hesita

The nurse smiled sympathetically as he approached Becky's bedside. "Okay, now that you're feeling a bit better, I need to take some blood for a few tests," he said, preparing the equipment.Becky's expression turned skeptical. "Is it really necessary? I'm fine now. My memory's back, and I just want to get out of here," she said, trying to pull her arm away.The nurse gently held her arm in place. "I'm afraid it's necessary, Becky. We need to run some tests to make sure you're okay. Just a small prick, and it'll be over soon," he reassured her.Becky sighed, reluctantly agreeing to the test. As the nurse took her blood, she winced slightly at the needle's pinch.The nurse then handed her a small cup. "Now, I need you to pee into this cup for a urine test," he said with a friendly smile.Becky took the cup, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Okay, got it," she said, heading towards the toilet.As she locked the door behind her, Becky caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked t

Waking up in a hospital bed can be disorienting, especially when you don't remember how you got there or what happened. Becky slowly opens her eyes to find herself surrounded by sterile hospital equipment and strangers in medical attire. The beeping of machines and faint murmurs of conversations in the background only add to her confusion. As she tries to piece together her memories, a nurse notices she's awake and approaches her bedside. "Good day, Mrs. Can you tell me your name?" the nurse asks gently. Becky's mind goes blank, and she struggles to recall even the simplest details about herself. “Becky.” She mouthed. “Becky Stewart.” “Okay, Becky, can you remember what happened?” The nurse asked Becky. Becky's eyes widened as she struggled to recall even the simplest details about herself. "I...I don't know," she stammered, feeling a wave of panic wash over her. "I don't remember anything." The nurse's expression was reassuring. "It's okay, that's normal. We suspected

Becky's jaw dropped as she felt a wave of shock wash over her. Resign? Or get fired? She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had just started this job, and she was already being asked to leave? It didn't make any sense. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What have I done wrong?" William's expression was unreadable as he replied, "It's not about what you've done wrong, Becky. It's about...us. Me and You. The complications. And I don't think it's a good idea for us to work together." Becky felt a surge of anger and hurt at his words. Complications? Was that what she was to him? She thought about all the times they had clashed, all the times he had hurt her. And now, he was asking her to leave her job? "No," she said, her voice firm. "I won't resign. I just started this job, and I'm not going to let you push me out." William's eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, "Fine. Then I'll have to let you go. The choice is yours." Becky's heart was racing as