Confinement King Light Novels & Stories

"$500 million?" The man who had just bid $100 million whipped around to glare at me. He was Lucas Werner, second-in-command of the Shadowfang kingdom. The kingdom had planned for their Alpha King, Lucian Frost, to pretend to be captured. They wanted to infiltrate the auction house to investigate the theft of their kingdom's sacred relic. They were about to recover the relic and wrap things up. Lucas only needed to pose as a wealthy businessman and bid their agreed ceiling of $100 million to buy Lucian back.

“Tai, please don’t.” He approaches me, one cool, calm step at a time. His rings glitter on his fingers, signifying who he is, a King, a powerful leader who would do anything for his Province. His back is straight, muscles tense as he holds the steel bar in front of him, cold eyes gliding over me, as if he is looking for any space on my skin to burn me. “Alright Tai, give it up,” Marek chokes from within the cell. “I’ll talk.”

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

king Konan announces happily. He's watching the fight from the top his tower. The tower is found on the walls of the gate. He's holding a lighted fire branch in his hand. "I have to see that?" he says. "Of course, but be fast about it" King Alfred climbs, moving closer to King Konan who is still speaking "The hot oil and fire is a very brilliant idea, see how it's been doing miracles. It burns them alive no hard struggle." he laughs. "Now, you have to go back inside before they notice your absence and get worried, I will be back in a few minutes," says, king Konan and king Alfred move back.

Glancing up, I was surprised to see the alpha king staring keenly at me with an amused look on his face "What is your name?" He asked in a deep sexy voice. Although I was hesitant to tell him, I found myself opening my mouth to speak. "My name is Light, Light Greyjoy." He was silent for a while as if thinking about something before he spoke again. "Welcome to the Feral pack, Light Greyjoy, I hope you pass the concubine test." With that, he turned around and walked off without looking back. I stare blankly at his retreating figure wondering what he meant by concubine test. Does that mean I have to pass a test to become a concubine?

Werewolves can see clearly in the dark so I’m guessing that those lights were put on because of the human visitors. His widespread sitting room has two curved sofas with white and black cushions neatly arranged on them. The black tiles are neatly scrubbed and shining bright and the ceiling is sky-high. There is a bar on the other side and a spiralling staircase leading upstairs. King Dominic is sitting at the bar, Downing shots after shots of whisky, getting more drunk by the minute, Good!

It shimmered a faint purple under the candlelight, a telltale sign of deadly venom coursing through the king's veins. With a solemn expression, the healers turned towards Beta O'Horan. One of them spoke softly, "Beta O'Horan, it is imperative that you do not divulge what has transpired here to anyone within the pack. For the safety of the king and I hope you will understand this. The king's condition is severe, and we cannot risk causing panic among the pack members. If they find out that the king has started to cough out poison laced blood, everyone will start to panic and guess what would happen after that? So, it's better you keep it quiet."

The meager light barely pierced the oppressive gloom, leaving corners shrouded in impenetrable black. But nothing compared to the figure commanding the center of the cell. King Kael stood like a tempest incarnate, his massive frame radiating raw, predatory power. Even the seasoned guards flanking the entrance kept a wary distance, their postures rigid with unease. Tonight, their king wore no mask of mercy—his crimson eyes burned with unbridled fury, jaw set in a line of granite resolve, muscles coiled beneath his dark tunic as if ready to unleash hell itself.

Keanu ignited emotions. "You brat! Who do you think you are? Looks like you really want everyone here know who you are. Then tell me who you are!" said King in a bored tone. Keanu lifted his chin higher. His face became much more confident. "Keanu Ferguso. The owner of the night dish. You know, this is one of the most expensive nightclubs in Indonesia. So, can you confirm how much wealth I have," explained Keanu. King rolling their eyeballs lazyly. "You wasted my time in vain to hear your very unimportant explanation," King said breathlessly.

"Then I will trust you to keep the King's condition to yourself." Everyone's eyes widen at my order. "But, My Queen..." Lord Kiza started but I shook my head. "The King's condition is not to leave this room. King Barlion is not at the brick of death, he is not badly wounded. King Barlion is fine..." I said. "Lord Kiza, I'm trusting you to hold confidentiality to the king. You will be his personal healer and you are not to say any of this even to your family." Lord Zika nodded his head.