Call Cruel King Novels & Stories

"And the rogue Alpha? Riven?" Kael's jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides. "Bring him to me alive," he said slowly. "I want him to watch when I take her back. I want him to see her choose me. And then I want him to spend the rest of his miserable existence knowing that every breath he takes is a gift I decided not to take." The generals filed out, orders clutched in trembling hands. Within the hour, riders would spread across the kingdom. Within the day, every pack would know the king had declared war over a woman he had once thrown away.

All the color drained from my face as I realized what he was about to do. “No please…” I shook my head as I began scooting back away from him. “I’m just here to—” My words caught as he leaned down and forcefully gripped my jaw, and I winced as his fingers dug painfully into my skin. “You are bound to satisfy the clients at this club, aren’t you? Now be a good little slut and open up for me.” He harshly let go of my jaw and continued unfastening his belt. My heart hammered wildly against my chest as I squeezed my eyes shut and silently prayed for someone…anyone to save me.

"Why? Why.. What does the werewolf world have to do with the Lycan?" I was trying so hard to control myself since I didn't want to reveal my real self to him. "The Silver Creed Alpha is the king of the werewolf world, he is the most influential and powerful if he disagrees... Maddox can't take that position." I took in a deep breath, holding back my tears and biting my tongue hard. "My father was the king of all werewolves, and he looked just like a simple man in front of us." I thought my whole body felt really weak.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

His chest is rising and falling sharply, and this damn pain doesn't go away… it only gets stronger, more lacerating and desperate, to the point that makes him run out of the palace, frightening everyone by the blood on his body and the desperate look in his eyes. When Callisto's eyes meet a familiar figure on the horizon, walking nonchalantly, practically whistling, he shouts out gravely, “WHERE IS RHEA?” Skôll stops suddenly, looking at the King with the same expression as those around him, especially since that wound is bleeding… Callisto looks simply distraught; his eyes glowing in an intense, desperate yellow, and as quickly approaches the beta, he grips the collar of his overcoat tightl

“This pathetic display of romance is making me sick.” I glared at the foreign king. “It’s not like that. Kane stepped in to save me because he’s a decent person, unlike you, who’s completely evil and cruel-” “Evil?” Kaleb snickered, and then he dissolved into a fit of laughter. He clutched his sides and the sound of his cruel utterance echoed through the dungeon. His guards joined in and the symphony of their awful noises flooded my senses. After a while, the king of Yurene stopped and fixed his dark blue eyes on Asher’s bleeding brother.

The rogues were not seen just as a killing machine now. "I, Azriel Ledger, swear in the name of Selene that I will faithfully discharge my duty as the King of werewolves," Azriel declared. The crowd below broke into applaud before loud cheerign echoed in the room. "Long live King Azriel," people cheeered. "King Azriel and Luna Sienna," the crowd shouted joyfully. Azriel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Sienna watched him clueless as he eliminated the distance between them. The crowd cheered happily when their King kissed their Queen.

"Please let me see the King please, I know he might kill me but I just want to see him, to know if he's okay after everything. I want to apologize to him for not seeing the danger signs to protect him, just let me Heaven…please." "Leave please!" A tear dropped from my eyes and I wiped it off angrily. "Don't come here again, Craig or I would be so pissed and do something unthinkable." I swallowed hard and turned to leave but he yelled. "He remains the Moon king and Alpha, I will only hear from him before I leave." "Craig!" "I'm sorry, but I need to see him and wash my hands." I sighed in frustration. "Can't you spare him the stress and let him see him? You cry day and night in that room and n

" She giggled, the sound sharp and jarring in the quiet room. "That night in the warehouse, we put the call on speaker. She was barely conscious but still used every last bit of strength to scream your name. And guess what you told her? 'You can forget about going home.'" She broke into a jagged, hysterical laugh. "My brother, Jaxton, couldn't even listen anymore. He asked how you could be so cruel to your own fiancee. "It was him who took pity on Sylvia and specially brought in four Rogues, saying he wanted to let her feel the warmth of a real male. Sylvia wept like her soul was breaking the whole time."

Rebel snarled. The coward refused to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his head was turned as if he couldn’t meet Rebel’s eyes, lest he find death there. “Clint, sir. Clint.” Rebel snarled. “And who am I, Clint?” Clint whimpered. “King. You’re king,” he cried. “King of the Misfit Wolves.” “That’s right.” Rebel traced the dull edge of the blade over the other wolf’s throat. “And whose kindness allows you to live?”