Chronicles Of The Red King Series Novels & Stories

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

Marcel offers, “of your meeting with the ministers.” Alexanders gives a nod, and Marcel leaves as the king dresses. I turn around when he sheds his shorts, offering him privacy – and disappointing my wolf. I’m surprised though when the king motions for me to follow him to the meeting. I’m not the only one surprised either. “This meeting is for discussing state affairs,” a minister says with a pointed glare at me. “For the king and his ministers only.” All the ministers in the room seem much older, all lycan, but with a somehow slightly different appearance than Alexander that I can’t quite put my finger on.

King Atticus and Queen Karina are long gone, but their descendants have followed in their footsteps. Thanks for reading The Omega's Stand and The Making of a King. If you would like another story in this series let me know. I do plan to step away from werewolf stories for a while. I need some fresh creativity. Love you awesome readers.

He paused long enough to say to Lynnette, “I'll get the Drystan history book for you as soon as I get the chance. It is an interesting read. In the meantime, Vaughan, can you keep her company? This is going to be a long night.” “Understood, your Majesty,” Vaughan said, lowering his head respectfully. Lynnette followed suit. Once Fenryn had gone, Vaughan almost fell down onto the fountain's edge, where the King had been sat only moments prior.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

His witches had begun to feel the dark thing in the kingdom's western packs two years ago. The two women in the blue robes riding behind the king right now had been quietly walking the pattern of the dark thing for those two years, the way you walk the pattern of a snake-track in long grass, and six months ago they had told their king that the pattern came back, every time, to the Alpha of Ironbough, and the king had asked them very calmly whether they were sure, and they had said sure enough that the king might want to ride out himself, and the king had said fine then, and he had begun to make the small careful preparations for a personal ride into the western packs that nobody but the king

“I think he is perhaps mixed with black leopard—humans call them panthers.” Jessie managed to keep her mouth from falling open despite her shock. “Wouldn’t his hair be black? I mean, Valiant has orange-red hair similar to a lion. I met Flame and he has light red hair but he’s got the cat eyes. I could see that right off.” Breeze bit her lip. “I can’t discuss this with you, Jessie.” “Why not?” Breeze hesitated again but blew out a breath. “You are a friend to us and save our

My heart has been frozen since my parents were killed 150 years ago by someone they trusted. Sorry let me introduce myself, my name is Dominic Issac King, I am 300 years old and I am the King of Vampires. I have black hair, very pale skin, green eyes unless my vampire side is near the surface then they turn red. My vampires name is Caleb, he has red eyes and he is the more cruel brutal half of me. I have been told even us vampires can have a mate and that, that mate can thaw the frozen heart of even the coldest vampire, but I have only ever seen it once and that was my mother and father. I trust very few people after my parents got betrayed and because of that betrayal I turned cold. There a

Sometime in the midst of the séances and meetings, in which they made the priestess enter through the side door, which she was at the end of the vaulted passage near Petra's room, and gave her the opportunity of spying on the young man, lying on his bed. In the half-light of a suspended lamp that hovered near the floor, one of the servants of the ancient kingdoms entered the council in which they saw a bulky female form standing at the door, one step ahead of their mother. In the midst of this, beside the old priestess, was a witch's shadow, her purple hair that was a tangle of cobwebs covering her dark features, and In which his eyes sparkled like jewels, there was the great King Chronos, w