Claimed By The Fallen King Novels & Stories

Sarah blushed and closed her eyes, silently scolding herself: She’d been wrong—he wasn’t a fox with a big tail at all; he was a male peacock with its tail spread wide! Then she fled in a panic, slipping into the car at lightning speed, her heart still pounding wildly. Oh no—could this be what falling in love feels like?

Instead, my flesh would be blistered and sting till I treat it at the clinic. “How does that feel, whore?” Veronica’s sharp and venomous voice cut through the hush of the hallway. “Exciting? Just as exciting as it must have been throwing yourself at other people’s mates?” Laughter rippled around her minions. I stared at the floor silently. Unlike with Liana, whose barbs I might have thrown back, Veronica was different. Her name alone carried the weight of fear. Daughter of the Beta to the Alpha King. Second richest in the whole pack. If the King had children of his own, she’d never matter. But fate handed her an empty throne to sit on and she wore it like a crown.

little secret. “It’d be a waste to just hand you over to him. You’re too precious for him.” What? What did he say just now? “Should I risk war instead?” My subconscious self was taken aback. Like Helen of Troy? Surely, I wasn’t that precious. “My Lord, the Phanteon King just crossed our realm,” I heard a new voice say. It was deep and rough, similar to Idris Elba but without the English accent.

The man at the top of the stairs spoke clearly and firmly. “I am Benedict, your new King!” He paused, letting it sink in and gauging the people’s reaction. There was a low murmur but it was not one of disagreement. Benedict continued. “I claim the Kingdom of Aleghor as mine by right of birth. I am the descendant of King Maltay who was overthrown by Atomas’ ancestors.” A murmur ran through the crowd now. Louder than before as the older people recalled the overthrow of King Maltay.

I answered him truthfully "You read about me?" "Yeah. In one of our books. Our kingdom is about to fall. It's has been falling since that night" "You mean the night that that bastard betrayed us? He asked and turned his back on me "I don't want to talk about it" "Nobody want to but if we don't do what we have to do, we will fall" "Exactly what he wants" he murmured "You mean father?" "Don't call him that, all of you betrayed him"

She yelled. His eyes went wide at her proclamation even more so when she placed her swords and uttered her next words. "To you King Nicolas, I surrender my swords, my life and my loyalty. I am yours to command in life and until death." He looked from her to the army and peasants that filled the courtyard, embarrassment slowly growing inside of him. What was she thinking? He was no king. All of a sudden, all the other men dropped to their knees, dropping their swords and making the proclamations, the words passing over the crowd like a wave that even from beyond the walls, he heard the chant.

********************************************** But peace, like all good things, was fleeting. A raven arrived at dawn—its feathers black as obsidian, eyes glowing faintly crimson. A message was tied to its leg. Jasper untied the scroll and read aloud. “The Queen of Deception has fallen. But her debt remains unpaid. You wear crowns built from shattered oaths, and I have not forgotten what was promised to me.” “The blood of the child… or the war begins.” The rogue king had made his move. And he was coming for what he believed belonged to him.

“I have seen more than a millennium years worth of sunset and sunrise as a king. I have seen wars and bloodshed during these times and I have done what I felt was right at every moment. Some of these decisions turned out to be disasters, but at least I took a stand when one was required of me. So now I have decided to make another tough decision, one that requires me to be as humble as can be. Our people need a fresh voice, a breath of fresh air, and not the air that they have been breathing for the past thousand years. I need them to see the world through that adventurous eyes of yours that are always open to possibilities. Maybe one could say I want them to see the world more humanly.” The

"What should eldest brother do now?" Feilong pondered and said, "Mister King has suffered a bullet wound. There is a deep mountain and an ancient forest here, and there is a majestic heavy rain. Even if he has great skills, he can not escape the climb. The most important thing is that there is no signal here at all." Without a signal, how can I ask for help? "So, this Lord King is dead?" The younger brothers around Feilong continued to cheer. "Go." Feilong looked into the rain curtain, and he saw that the distant Earth Mountain seemed to show signs of collapse. Even the mighty Lord King Lu could not escape, and he was dead.

"I gotta tell you that most villagers are a little mean." "Though since you are a royal, I am pretty sure that you will meet more nice ones than the opposite." The king is deceased. I am not sure if they still do respect, I'm not sure about that. These are all just Red Dahlias... Suddenly, my world of ponders was postponed due to a man shouting, "The King of Hawthorn has perished! All rise for Hemlock! Hail to our new king!"