Azalea King Younger Real Author Novels & Stories

That simple gesture chipped away at the frost around my heart more than I cared to admit. Seraphine leaned closer, “Your Majesty, the gardens are truly magnificent. Perhaps you might show me around tomorrow?” I offered a small smile. “Perhaps.” Kaelith snorted softly from her seat, clearly unimpressed with the delicate approach. Selene remained quiet, watching everything with those pale eyes.

Using a disguise so good that everyone just saw what they expected to see? No. That was ridiculous. Kaelithra was the daughter of an Alpha Tyrant. Royalty, powerful, beautiful and deadly. Not some ugly hunchback living in a vampire kingdom. But still. The coincidence was interesting. "I'll think about it," Draevon said finally. "Think about it?" Miraeve pouted. "Come on, Drae. When have I ever asked you for a favor?" "Last week. You wanted me to burn down the Fae court because their queen insulted your hair. I did."

But the choice has never been mine. [A Queen…] Once a maiden. Now, a Queen. The Queen of Alkhemi. Or should I call myself the Queen of Nothing? Because at the end of it all, I lost everything. These are the repercussions I was talking about. Nothing I did saved me from the doomed fate that had been laid out for me. Everything I thought I did right ended me in ruins. Battling between two Kings is a tragedy no Maiden should ever have to face. Now that the entire kingdom’s future rests on my shoulders —something I am not quite sure I want for myself— the pressure has multiplied. Because a Maiden has a heart. And a soul. And longing. And when Rome, a green-eyed Lycan King keeps tempting me with

He said and looked down the balcony to see Luna Wolves putting the place in order. "You don't still believe you have a pack now?". She asked. "It's we, Luna is our City now, I'm the Alpha King and you're the...". "I'm a beta Shane so don't go the Alpha Queen part". "Alpha's Queen, an apostrophe and an s do the job". He grinned. "Fvck you Shane, I thought you hated school, such a terrible lier". "Now you're getting me to hate you, Xayne Cruz". He smiled.

Esmeralda's POV "Should I go back? No, I guess it's too late now." I contemplated. I tore the lower end of my gown as I walked further into the woods. I was running from Gustavo, the number one drug leader in Columbia, to whom I unfortunately married. I was running for my dear life but the safety of my boys weighed heavy on my heart.

"I love Garfield like a father, and I don't want to see him hurt. I'm happy to be his niece forever, which means we can only be cousins. Nothing more." Her words felt like a dagger to my heart. "Seraphina, please," I begged. "I don't care about Madeline. I-" "Alfred, Just stop," she said, raising a hand to my face."I'm not doing this because I enjoy it. I'm doing this because it's my responsibility and because we all have our roles to play. You are the Alpha King, born to lead this pack, destined for greatness, whereas I'm pretending to be someone I don't even know. I'm bad at many things, but at least let me be good at this."

"There’s no problem. You’re the only one here I know. I hope I can trust you." Azel’s hesitation softened, and she slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. "Of course you can trust me, Miss Kayla," she said quietly. She poured the wine into the cups and handed one to me. I took a sip, the taste strong and unfamiliar. The buzz was immediate, stronger than I expected. It was either this or let my mind drive me insane. "Azel," I began, turning to her. "Did you know the King had an identical twin?"

They had been so close… and now… a man had torn them apart. “Have you spoken to Cordelia?” Azalea asked gently, Layana froze slowly lifting her head and wiping away her tears, feeling pain as she looked at Azalea. Was Azalea angry at her? Did she perhaps see Cordelia and Layana in the roles of their mothers? Her mother had taken the King from Azalea in a way. “I’m sorry… it must feel like history is repeating itself,” she whispered, Azalea smiled sadly but shook her head,

"Watch your tongue. We are royalty and should act accordingly. Besides, heaven's eyes are always upon us and God is no respecter of persons." Michal scoffs and snatches the billowing fabric trailing down the back of her dress as she turns around. "I will never understand you, Abigail. Defending our husband's whore after all the years we have spent imprisoned in the palace together?! Is there no loyalty among wives?" Abigail. The King's second wife. Stories have spread across the kingdom of her gentle character and her bright mind. As Michal disappears with her guards down the hall Abigail turns to face me. She offers me a sympathetic smile as she motions for me to approach her.

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