A King's Story Book Novels & Stories

Corvin’s eyes softened, not with kindness, but with recognition. “Good,” the king said. “It would be dull if you were simple.” He walked to the wardrobe on the far wall, opened it, and withdrew a folded cloth. A shirt, simple linen. He held it out. Elowen didn’t move. “Put it on,” Corvin said. “Does my nudity offend you?” “No,” the king said, tone flat. “But it distracts you. And right now, I want your mind.” Elowen’s breath stuttered once, quick, internal, almost invisible.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

Until today, he noticed Jeffrey had forgotten to lock the door after their evening session and made up his mind to make use of the opportunity. Zayn's eyes scanned through the books of the forbidden section and eventually found the one he wanted. "The King who never was" He smiled as he picked the book from the shelf and had his seat on the ground with the lamp illuminating the environment. He opened the book to discover the pages were blank and gasped in shock. Zayn spent several minutes flipping from page to page until he noticed only the centre page had ink written up. The story of the 'king who never was' was written on just one page and the others were blank to discourage one who had no

The joking demeanor leaving his eyes, overcome with seriousness. "Before I let you in I need to know, and answer truthfully, why do you need books about the king?" He asks, his eyes shifting between me and Dixie. We look at each other, debating what to say to this strange yet playful man. Without exchanging a word but only a nod I open my mouth and say... "I need to know the king's name."

It was very heavy to lift. On it, was scribbled “The King’s Wisdom”. She turned the first page, she noticed the penmanship was clear and artistic. When she turned a few more pages, she realized that book was a collection of different jotters that the king had used at different times. She read an entry after she has turned a few pages: The ways of our people are sacred and if I must be a great king like my father was then I must learn our ways. What good is a ruler with no knowledge of the ways of his people?

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

Aidan explains where I have to sigh a little, speaking with my father right now is something I can’t do. “Wish I could but with everything, it’s not possible at the minute.” I say looking down a little, I knew coming here would bring up some feelings, but I didn’t think it would be right out of the gate! “I just need to know, did the King do this to me because of what he read in a fairytale book?” I ask which was the biggest question, I knew Emmett had already explained that and the stories did sound so familiar, but I guess there was still a hint of doubt in my mind. “That’s correct, The Kings Apprentice, I believe the story is called. I had never heard of it before you were born, but it’s

So I just started from the beginning. There were sketches in the book of what the King and Queen looked like as wolves. And they were big and magnificent. They were creatures to be respected. But the drawing showed them in battle. It was done by a brilliant artist showing the battlefield and the King and Queen right in the middle of it. They were winning, obviously. No one could beat them. They could not be challenged. We had read a few chapters of the book and I was starting to get a headache. It was a huge book which outlined the lives of the whole royal family. Which meant all of their 10 children as well. So we decided to stop after a few chapters because I needed a break.

For a second, I stared at the bag in Reed’s hand. Then I took it from him. I opened it. A book sat inside. I pulled it out and looked at the cover. KING. I raised a brow. “King?” I asked, looking at Reed. He nodded. “The full story behind that painting. The princess and the man behind the crowd.” My eyes widened. “Really?” I looked back at the book. Then I opened it. I flipped through a few pages, then closed it again.