Call Cruel King Novels & Stories

It started with war pleaded with tears and ends with blood Once upon a time there lived an Alpha King named Alejandro king, he was ruthless and stern, he ruled the werewolf kingdom with an iron fist. The werewolf king had a mate, our queen, Ivory King. Our queen was unable to produce us an heir. After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused.

He hasn’t seen me yet. I wanted to crawl over to him, move closer to him. But not in this state, I still wasn’t certain of what was going on and if I was mistaken, the king isnt really known to be forgiving. “I -I wasn’t going to do much.” The alpha said stuttering a little. “Shut up, you know you shouldn’t touch any of the filth from that dead place in the south.” The king stated. “But most of all, you shouldn’t force yourself on a woman, you know better than that.”

I demand, voice trembling but sharp. He steps closer. The cavern trembles beneath him. “Everything. Your blood, your power, your throne. Nothing less.” Kaelen growls low. “She’s not just power. She’s mine. You touch her, you die.” The King laughs. Low, cruel, like a predator savoring its prey. “Mine? Oh, Alpha… I am the King. Everything is mine. And that includes her.” A wave of rage floods through me. My wolf rages. My silver eyes flare until the crystals shatter light across the cavern. “You’ll never touch me!” I roar.

His aura was intimidating, and the kind of reckless energy he had was most in line with his identity. He would not let people kill him that easily. He was Caleb, the king of Southeast Asia. He would not easily admit defeat. “Bang— Bang—” Firing several shots in quick succession, Caleb confirmed that he had made the hit and ran fast. However, in less than two minutes, he was shot in the calf. He fell to his knees with a thump. His face was pale. At that moment, everyone gathered around him, and countless guns were pointed at him. Smoke filled the air, and the smell of death approached him.

“You underestimated me, and that was the last time I let you do so. If you’re coming on board, you’re coming on board and playing by my rules.” “Your rules? Wouldn’t we be following the King’s rules?” Alpha Rover asked. The sexiest thing happened as Clayton revealed his true scent with the royal power in it. “I am the King.” Everyone around, Evan included, gasped before bending the knee to him, while I was downright turned on. “Of course, you’d do something that incredibly sexy when I can’t fuck you for it.” I was smirking as I linked him and he shot me a dark look with a low growl that pulsated straight to my core. “Behave Princess.”

" Wait, what? Uncle Callum was the King of this kingdom? As I gazed into his eyes, still reeling from the blood oath ritual and the sudden realization of my uncle's true identity, his expression suddenly transformed. His eyes gleamed with a burning intensity, and his aura changed drastically. I could feel a royal presence around him. "Nora, my dear princess," he said, his voice booming with authority. He paused, his gaze piercing through mine. "I am not just Callum, your uncle. I am Callum, the King of the Blue Lycan Kingdom." My mind reeled as he spoke, the words echoing through my brain like a thunderclap. "You are the King…" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Uncle Callum nodded

he said, his eyes burning with rage as he spoke. “What do you mean by cruel? He is fucking handsome. If I had known he looked that good, I would not have thought twice about marrying him,” I shot back, my chest tight with anger. “Do you even know what I lost because you and Father refused to let me marry the king?” Kyle stared at me, his anger fading into shock. “Are you being serious, Sandra?” he said slowly. “You are talking about a man who is cruel, a king who has ruled with fear for hundreds of years. He could end your life, and he would not even need a reason.”

My question seemed to have caught the attention of the man as he turned to me and I flinched, taking a step back, trying my hardest to not divert my gaze. "Looks like I'm not common knowledge. Why would I be? Since you made sure you killed everyone who knew I existed." Callahan started, growling as he glared at Kieran before a smile ghosted his face. "What a shame, you killed everyone else except the main threat. It just shows to prove how incompetent you are." He turned back to the crowd that had gathered, raising his voice as he addressed us. "My name is Callahan and I am here to claim back the throne that was promised to me! Your Alpha King and I engaged in a duel to which he lost to, the

said The king. “I am not killing anyone. I don’t kill people.” said Carmen, defensively. “You may not kill people, but you do never miss a target.” said Carla. “What does she mean by that?” The king asked. “I used to kill animals for food before. After Darius threw me out of the palace to be exact.” “Our daughter is a really food hunter.” The king looked at Carmen, with a smile on his face. “That is going to be useful then. Lets go to Aota.” said The king.

When he spoke, his words confirmed my worst fears. “I am Kael Aldric Ravencroft.” His voice was steady, but I felt his self-loathing through our bond like a physical blow. “The cursed Alpha King.” The name hit me like ice water to the face. Every supernatural being knew the story—the mad king who’d murdered over three hundred of his own people in a rage so complete it had left his kingdom a wasteland. Children whispered his name in the dark to frighten each other. “No.” I stumbled backward, pressing my hands to my mouth. “No, you’re lying. You can’t be—”