A Tale Of Three Kings Novels & Stories

I would love nothing more than to make him an example for everyone here who thought about passing around false allegations against me. He deserved it. I stood face to face with Christopher, who was panting, sweating from pulling against my warriors. He really was weak. Pathetic he even calls himself King. I loomed over him, standing a good head over him. He looked scrawny and sickly. I doubt he had much resources as a Rogue. But there was a hatred and jealousy in his eyes that lit up his whole demeanor. Ah, so that was the motivation. That was what the repeated attacks against my kingdom was about, what kidnapping Grace, and ruining my wedding was all for.

The man with the strange mustache explained: "We traveled from the north where we heard stories of King Sylvester who ruled over these lands - the true Alpha King of the pack. We hear his prowess spreads across America." I wasn't too concerned about his findings: "How did you get into trouble?" "Simply for making inquiries about the King. His spies misconstrued our visit thinking we were rebels." The other man said, his response almost a whisper. As the castle loomed ahead, my thoughts again drifted to the words of the apparition. Was her words a premonition of the future? I smirked in anticipation for what would follow.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

FREYA The iron poker felt heavy in my hands, the rough metal biting into my palms as I kept it raised between us. The fire popped behind me, spitting sparks against the stone hearth, but the heat at my back did nothing to warm the sudden chill in my veins. "The Legend of Three," I repeated, forcing my voice to remain level. "You think a fairy tale makes you clever?" Adrian took a slow sip of his wine, watching me with amused condescension. "A fairy tale to common wolves who only know how to hunt, breed and die on their borders. To the royal bloodline, it is history. Very specific, very carefully preserved history."

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

Felt the acceleration happening in real time. Felt herself becoming something new. And for the first time, she wasn't afraid. Because she had three Kings who loved her. And she had three more days to hold onto them before everything changed.

Thump. Aria froze. The First King stared at her stomach. His face went pale. “There are three.” Aria whispered: “What?” The First King slowly stepped backward. “The prophecy was wrong.” The light around Aria became brighter. The First King looked terrified. “There aren't two heirs.” Aria stared at him. “Then how many?” He answered in a whisper. “Three.” And somewhere beyond the Fourth World, something ancient opened its eyes.

The bond no longer felt like chains. It felt like a door. And Kael had chosen to open it. The ancient king watched them from the stairs. “You have awakened the first layer.” Kael looked up. “First layer?” “There are three.” Lucien frowned. “What happens at the third?” The king's expression became grave. “At the third, the Moon chooses whether the forgotten kingdom returns to this world.” Kael stared at him. “And if it does?” “Every kingdom will feel it.” Darius stepped forward.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

she hugs me once more and takes her leave. Am I overreacting, I mean they didn't even want anything to do with this life and now they find themselves about to take over for Nate who's going to announce his passing of title to Damien, Damitri and Dante as the new heads of the King family empire in both legal and illegal business. Am I ready to become some first wife to three mafia heads of family and be thrust into a world I'm used to and thought I got out of after my mom was arrested. This is all so fucking much, and I know the stress cant be good for my little ones.