A King's Story Book Novels & Stories

The King said while looking at the book. He tried to open it but he failed and they noticed the spell surrounded the book. I let out a pit of giggles which they all looked at me, smiling. "It actually needs a key to open the book." I said and the King laughed. His laughter was contagious and we couldn't help but join in his laughter.

“You seem to have the right to decide everything at your will.” Kaleb laughed. “You’re right. A king can do whatever he wishes, but only if he can handle the price.” I frowned. “I don’t understand what you mean.” “Some of the kings have paid terrible debts for their wrong decisions,” he noted, and then he rolled his deep sapphire eyes. “Our former king was obviously one of them. I hadn’t finished the story I began to tell you last time, and I would love to tell you more about the subject. You must be interested in the rest of the tale.”

I exclaimed, twirling on my feet, my eyes sparkling with excitement. The king walked towards me, his long strides devouring the distance. He took the book from my hands, his fingers brushing against mine. "Indeed it does," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "It's a story book." "A story book?" I repeated, my voice filled with longing. "I wish I could read it..." I trailed off, picking up other books as well and flipping through their pages. They all had pictures in them, and that made me incredibly happy.

What the fricking fudge was that? "I know I know!! Babes. You must be happy that you came back in good condition. What would I do otherwise?" She stated. "What... What do you mean?" I asked with a little frightening voice. "You see...apart from being the royalties, the kings are very dangerous, ruthless and lethal. Once there was one article stating about the incident where one opponent pointed his finger at the king's ruling and their wisdom on some personal matters. After a week, he was found dead with a burned body except for his face, sitting in his living room's chair...and the next day that article was also closed." She further explained.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

There, seated upon a throne, was the king himself. I knelt before him, trembling. "Your majesty," I began, "there has been a misunderstanding. I meant no harm in borrowing the book, I only wished to-" The Alpha king raised a hand, silencing me. "The book you took contains ancient knowledge that can lead either to enlightenment or destruction, depending on who wields it. Its secrets are best kept guarded. Do you understand?" "Yes, your majesty," I replied meekly, wondering what fate now awaited me.

Although she was almost physically flawless, there was a look in her eyes that just screamed of trouble… something about the deep purple irises that brought her ill intentions to the surface. "I beg your pardon." Elaine's father, King Luther, scolded. "Excuse me Miss, but what my husband is trying to say is that you can't just barge into the castle and party without an official invite." Queen Thea tried to explain as politely as possible. "Zip it Queeny." The woman snapped. "Don't you dare speak to my wife like that! Who the hell are you anyway?" The King raged.

For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command. How dreadful. Not that your life isn't anymore. Who'd have thought that one minute, you're arguing about how exhausted you are, and the next, you're being sold to a certain someone in a land that's supposed to exist only in fantasy books? Scrunching together what you've observed and gathered so far; You're in a world full of vampires that use humans as a walking blood bag. You're taking all this in quite nicely if you do say so yourself. "She's all yours." The voice behind you says in a grumble before their footsteps slowly start to fade into the invisible black hole floating in the air

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

“Sir Jimmy is very talented.” The king nodded and stared at Jimmy. “Let's go.” Jimmy smiled at his new friends and followed the king outside. “I hope you will tell me this story too someday.” King Taegen said with a gentle voice. “Of course.” Jimmy nodded nervously. “But I don't know if you'll like it.” “I heard you talking about a king falling in love with a handsome knight. I am sure I will like it,” he said, staring at his soft hair moving with the gentle breeze and covering his face.