Contracted To The Uncrowned King Novels & Stories

“My brother is an idiot, he’s not just cheating on his wife.. he’s actually fucking Alice Morningstar.” Den’s eyes went wide. “The witch? Seriously?” “Seriously,” Victor confirmed with a predatory gleam in his eye. “And he has no idea that whore is the key to his downfall.... This is the weakness I’ve been waiting for. His rule is fragile and all it needs is one good push and the Alpha title will be mine.” They emerged into the afternoon light, heading towards a car parked ostentatiously in the driveway. The driver was standing stiffly outside it, looking anxious.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

What is left to fight for when the Kings have been conquered? "Your Queen claims that you and your fellow seers carried out a ritual to ensure that I would never wear my father's crown without suffering ba curse. You better tell me that she was lying," Ademon says to the old seer. The old man doesn't tremble in fear like everyone else. He looks back at me but I cannot tell him what to say in the presence of our enemies. He looks back at Ademon. "She speaks the truth. We carried out a ritual to ensure that no conquerer would wear the crown of our noble Kings," he answers.

“Debrief confirms: undercrypt core severed, guardians fractured— the Hunger weakens further. But this final crown calls for an abyss-veins strike; the artifact amplifies diads if claimed voluntary, devours if forced. We delve at midnight—Thorne, unleash surface-chaos to draw eyes away, betas flank the rift. Voss, veil us with rituals amplified voluntary—no hoarding. Lira, guide the branches, warn of tempts and prophecies. Maerin, lead with maps attuned to essence. Jenkins and Sofia, secure with binds and blades, slice through entities. Mara, bolster with potions, relay to Damian for legacy support. Signal violet-flash for retreat; unity claims the crown, no fractures allowed.” I stepped forw

And not one of them—not a single elder who had whispered promises in my ear—had stood for me. They left me. “Cowards,” I hissed. Everything was supposed to go in my favour. I had conspired with the best neighbouring packs. They vowed their support for me since I had the royal crest. The elders vowed to protect me, to take a stand with me. they had already started to treat me as their future king. Yet here I am. Crownless. Cast aside as always. I stormed into the hidden chamber beneath the temple ruins, the place where I had met the elders countless times in secret. The ancient place smelled of dust. I had called them here. Demanded it.

Furrowing my brow, I asked him why as I closed my mouth abruptly when he answered. “Because your king will become the ruler over all of us. It was written in the contract and approved by the Moon Council. Aiden Volkov is hell-bent on being the one who would rule and his sister and mother are helping him. If you would have stayed and refused him, he would have taken your pup and made her his queen,” he said in exasperation. “Conri isn't going to want to be king of all the kings he didn't want the position he has now,” I mumbled softly.

"I said I was sorry" "What?" "I was sorry"Adir repeated,letting his black hair fall to the back at the turn of his head. Though stupefied king Decian lift his head up "I'll be choosing the next king soon Adir and without preamble you know it's you" " What?"Adir scream,Castus lift his brows "Father this isn't part of our deal,you promised to stay till you die before all this" " What do you mean son?" "The thing we agreed on,'be the crown Prince,accept the responsibility and until I die you'll remain a crown Prince'"

King Moreh and King Pasih grumbled begrudgingly, forcing their own smile. They'd expected something else while coming to the Salem's Court. They NEVER expected that it will be the Uncollaring and Coronation of Cone's daughter. King Moreh was even eagerly expecting another Introduction. He would have gone well to take pleasure from Cone's daughter again, she'd tasted greatly before. But, it's not an introduction. He hissed his regret under his breath. "I hope you prepared a Coronation Gown, King Lucien? The new Queen needs to change." King Noir extended with a smile towards Danika.

"Let it be sworn by us three. The risk is outweighed by your sincere desire to save your Innehavre. I, Intarsia of the Tangle, set my condition. When the last thread snaps, your fate is forever linked with Jinx of Skirmish. Your time is up when he draws his last mortal breath." Frog stood up and set his paw on the top of King's head. The tom was having some difficulty hearing the Fate's condition. Everything was fading, he was going numb. Stubbornly, he fought to stay with the ritual to the end. Staring in awe as threads of aura were being ripped from his being and tangled with the yarn in the dreamcatcher already, King struggled to hear Frog's words. "I, Frog of the Last Strand, set my cond

I took it, looked it over and burst out laughing. “This is no laughing matter, Oriana. Explain to her, Gio, what the contract states,” slimey bastard, I thought to myself. I just wanted to punch him in his smug face. “The contract states, that once Jaime married you, as you are of mafia royalty, he would become king and the former will be denied and exiled. The new King, which would be Jaime, will then have the right to name anyone to take his place, should be renounce the title,” Gio explained.