Azalea King Author Novels & Stories

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

Just as I'm about to answer him, someone calls from outside, “Azalea.’’ My brain stops momentarily, the name striking me harder than it should. A strange air of recognition creeps through my skin. Where have I heard that name before? I turn back fast to see where it's come from. It's the young Alpha king from the convocation who was said to have lost his mate while she was having their first pub; a beautiful daughter. Now he takes her with him everywhere and has refused to take another mate after three years. The father and daughter seem to have had a squabble and now his little princess is mad at him. He approaches her and scoops her in his arms, taking her back to his car while muttering s

Roseline had really enjoyed her walk with the princess as she had gotten to see so many important placed of the Kingdom. Indeed, the Gaza Kingdom was one of a kind. It was so big and beautiful and just like the ones she normally saw in her reading book - History of the Greatest Kingdom Ah! The memory made her miss home. Walking with the princess made her forget all about her worries and even the burning pains she had been feeling betwixt her legs. It was memorable. When they became exhausted, they both returned to the room and Roseline requested another meal which Martha didn't hesitate to give to her

I tell him, and he does without hesitation. Placing my sword on his right shoulder I say, “I dub thee twice, I dub thee a King. From this day forward, let no blade touch you, save that you reply with honor, courage, and prowess. We command you to succor the defenseless, seek justice for those of every station, and maintain the honor of your Order. I Queen Lamia of shifters, hereby grant you the title: of King of MacTire until your daughter Angelica comes of age then the kingdom will be passed to her returning MacTire to its true bloodline” I step back and look at my friend, whose head is bowed in silence. “Arise King Rhett Randall of MacTire.” Rhett stands, his mouth gaping open shocked at w

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Azelea’s Pov I didn’t know what to make of it. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Kyren Aerling; The alpha king, he wanted me to be his wife. That would make me the Luna Queen. That was something. That was having pressure that I didn’t know how to handle. But it wasn’t scary. It wasn’t at all frightening. There was a part of me, a tiny part that knew that he would be there, that he would stand by my side, hands in mind as he held me strong.

Took a deep breath. “Your Highness. The King needs you. You are the only one who can stop this madness. I beg you. You must seduce him. He needs a true heir.” Ayla looked at him slowly. Her voice was calm but strong. “The King is sick. Nothing will happen until he heals. And don’t forget my place, Elder Zhou. I am no one. Just a vessel. A hired womb for his pups.” Elder Zhou shook his head. “No. You are much more than that. I was blind, but now I see. Please. You can handle him. My daughter, she’s dangerous. But you, you can change the King.”

Speaking of Liza, she’s currently enjoying the scenery that was passing by the window of the Carriage. From now on, this is my new home, my new world. I hope things will go well. -End of the chapter-