Aiden King Book Novels & Stories

Addy wrinkled his forehead and continued to read the book until it arrived at the middle of the book, where he thought the story of the Archelius family was so tragic. Addy was dissolved in the reading of the book he was reading, until he fell asleep hugging the book. In the dream, he saw the blue-eyed king he had seen a long time ago. This time he clearly saw the king's cruelty to the point that it felt like he wanted to vomit. The king was named Stefan Archelius, and he had a younger brother named Theodor Archelius. Stefan is blue-eyed, while Theodor is purple-eyed.

"A king should be born as a human who is blessed with health and a long life. Where a king can live for tens or even hundreds of years as an ability inherited from generation to generation. As for you, Aiden. Humans who are blessed with the power of a demon king will grow rapidly, surpassing your true lifespan and someone like you won't be able to become king because you will die quickly, then the curse will continue on someone who will be born on the day of your death!" Aiden was stunned to hear how his uncle explained something that no one could say. Of course, he did it not because he cared about and loved Aiden, but because of a hidden personal goal. They arrived in front of an old house

hello all I just want to inform you that I by mistake got two new chapters mixed up with each other. and added chapter 20 before chapter 19. I fixed this and am only waiting for the editor to accept the changes. I apologize for the confusion also I read in some comments there was a bit of confusion about Aiden. for those who read the first book "the king and the rejected she-wolf" a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted.

“The Goldhawk Pack rejected the idea?” Aiden clutches me more tightly. “No. That’s what’s so bad. They didn’t. They’re calling me their, their damn King, and letting all the other London Packs know. They want a party. I’m nobody’s King! I’m, I’m just a servant. I just want to help everyone get along!” I knew he was special. I know he’s right for this. I know he is right for it, because he doesn’t want the role but he’s the sort of person to do his absolute best if it’s something worth doing, even if it’s something he never signed up for.

Kayden decided to talk to Aiden…try to get his advice. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

Mr Jayson said and left the place. Aiden turned to look at the bed which looked very comfy, with a blanket. Aside from his phone that was taken away from him, he kept every other thing that was his. He saw a white book with the Holy Bible boldly written on it. He walked towards the bed and picked it up. He had never used a bible before and didn't know where to find Romans. He checked the first page and found the index. He used that to find the scripture and he read it. 'For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us'

Probably his mother. Or perhaps.. the little boy inside him who had been abandoned long before he became the Campus King. Minutes later...He slowly loosened his arms ,Still asleep. Nyra gently guided him back toward their room. He obeyed without resistance, as she tucked the blanket over him, she whispered softly, "You carry too much alone, Lazy Jerk." He never heard her. ****** Morning arrived with the smell of freshly baked bread Nyra yawned as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Kaizen looked unusually refreshed. She narrowed her eyes.

I didn’t understand. “To have suffered like that must have been a nightmare.” I tried to process the information, but couldn’t believe it. Aiden wouldn’t die, at least not easily. He was strong, capable, and swift. He had vowed long ago that he would be the best fighter in Hescor and he did exactly that. He was the King’s Guard and the best one this kingdom had had in decades. How could he be dead? Another sob escaped me and I took quite a few deep breaths to keep from collapsing completely. Images of his face, his auburn hair, his smile… they flooded my mind and tormented me.

"Much better. You can move freely in that." "Thank you," Aiden says, his voice quiet. As they stand there, his mind drifts back to the dining hall. He remembers the King. He had expected a monster, an old, scarred tyrant with rotting teeth. Instead, the man was young, devastatingly handsome with sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes like molten gold. Aiden remembers the way the King had looked at him, not with the disgust of a conqueror, but with a raw, hungry intensity that had made Aiden’s knees weak.

My father stood frozen beside me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. The boy watched us calmly, sizing us up, as if gauging a threat… or a memory. “My name is Aiden,” he said. “Firstborn son of the Alpha King of Wolvencrest.” My heart broke in silence. Son of the Alpha King. And yet… my blood.