Confinement King Light Novels & Stories

Zion spoke out his observation. “Lukas!” The king called out. “Yes your highness” “What dosage did Dr Calvin suggest as the amount enough to turn translucent in darkness...” he asked the Beta who had an apprehensive look on his face. “I think the dosage enough to wreck such damage on these bodies would probably be shine...wait is this what I’m thinking?” “You better believe it...I WANT THE ENTIRE PALACE COVERED IN STARK DARKNESS WITH NO SINGLE RAY OF LIGHT VISIBLE. NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO MOVE AROUND AS WE’LL BE GOING FROM ROOM TO ROOM”

King just laughed, gesturing for him to follow as he advanced his way out. Just like King said, it wasn't too sunny outside. King removed his shirt, and Kane did the same. They swam in the cold water to their heart's content. "Do we have liquor in stock?" Kane suddenly asked. "Yeah, want to take some booze to pass the time?" Kane just smirked and splashed water at King before rising from the seawater. He went straight to the veranda table and waited for King to fetch the alcohol. He saw King coming in and out of the house quickly, holding a case of beer.

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.

it lighted the way for a while before returning everything back to darkness. Most members of the pack didn't drive. Except the rich. Phyna was certainly on that list.

Fredrick’s elite forces, dressed in black, swept through the guards mercilessly. No mercy. No compromise. For them, this was more than a mission. It was a personal command from the Shadow King. And as smoke began to cover the entire Luzern sky... the news finally reached Kingston. - In an underground conference room, Kingston was busy strategizing his expansion in Eastern Europe when his assistant — a young man dressed in black — burst in with a pale face. “S... Sir! We had a big trouble!” Kingston raised an eyebrow, annoyed. “What is it? Don’t waste my time on trivial things.”

she humored him instead. " Why don't we make this more interesting for the people on top, " King smirked looking up at one of the cameras. Lightning arched her brow wondering what he has in mind. " How? " " No weapons, " he growled and came at Lightning. They fought, kicked, and hit with their hands and foot. The guy was insanely good, attacking Lightning like he was just fresh from the door and haven't had a fight. Lightning was losing to the guy. All her body aches from his severe blows and kicks. She hand one to her head that made her see stars and stagger on her feet and before she could right herself she was locked in a chokehold.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my thick and curvy physique. Placing two meticulously crafted cocktails before me, she grins, her eyes widening in realization. A sheepish admission follows – she forgot her purse. Once again, I find myself left alone in a crowd, a surge of nervousness enveloping me. Sipping on my cocktail, the liquid infusion prompts a welcomed relaxation. My gaze sweeps across the vibrant expanse of the club, and amidst the pulsating lights, a pair of eyes captures my attention – the King's. A flutter of anxiety courses through me as I watch him lick his lips and discreetly instruct a guard, pointing in my direction. I try to convi

"I am not." "Oh my Gosh! You are literally blushing?, the king is blushing!." I shove him down, put his head in a lock and cover his mouth from screaming the whole camp awake. "Will you shut the fuck up?." He nods and I release him. "And I don't fucking blush." "What ever you say, Alpha Henry." He winks. I play too much with this idiot, I feel like punching his eye black at his suggestive looks. It is most annoying that I know he is right.