Crooked Kingdom Novels & Stories

The blacksmith said and paused. "This Kingdom is a cruel one, it was the best Kingdom everyone could ever wished for but as soon as the King died and his illegitimate son claimed the throne, everything changed. Raised taxes, assaulting and all sort of cruelty!!!" The blacksmith replied, there was bitterness and sadness in his voice. "Oh.... So I'm here to save them or what?" I thought and stepped outside to see the Kingdom well. Wow! This is one beautiful Kingdom, Kuhan can't stand against it. I'm also pretty sure they've many resources. This Kingdom is damn rich!

His voice was full of authority. My skin was stitching itself back together, somehow this hurts just as bad as the mending of my broken bones from the fall. I kept on growling and grunting from the immense pain. "W..what kingdom? Wh...who are...you?" I was trying to voice my words, but the pain was so intense that I had to pause a couple of times. "I'm King Eustace from the North Kingdom of Hell..." Savaric had told me about the kingdoms in hell, he said that there were several kingdoms in hell. They reign various lands and spent more time at wars against each other, all kingdoms were pretty much chaos.

Emery unclasped her hands and clutched at the king’s chest, hoping she would make him yelp in pain as she tried to dig her nails into his flesh. “A clever idea, I know,” the king whispered back. “By the way, stop groping me.” The queen rolled her eyes to the sides and clicked her tongue out of annoyance. She clasped her hands together again around the king’s abdomen before she could fall off the horse. They traveled for about 30 minutes before Emery could finally see a glimpse of the aqueducts that were going under construction. This was a project that the previous king started but due to his duty negligence, it was never finished. But now that King Lawson funded its continuation, it seemed

Elorie or Europe had the sly and oldest king, Alpha King Reymond Lopez, he is a slippery man that the other kings are cautious of, because they will never know what the man was up to. Lutania or Australia, the smallest kingdom but known for its prosperity, has the most mysterious King. Even with his kingdom as the smallest one, they are the ones that the others should be careful of, this kingdom had power, a good ruler, and wealth, but their king was not ambitious enough to go into fighting with the other kingdoms since he deems what he has as ‘enough’ for him to handle. It was not a secret that their Alpha King, Lucifer Alistair, was simply an Alpha of a strong pack, but with Nicholas’s hel

The heavy door closed behind them with a dull thud, leaving only three people in the room - Dominic, Adrian, and Lyra. Lyra stood frozen near the wall. Her eyes drifted toward the royal crest still lying on the stone floor, and a knot tightened in her stomach. Only moments ago she had laughed at it. She had called it a toy. Worse still, she had thrown it at the feet of the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. Every rumor she had ever heard about Alpha King Dominic came rushing back. How cold and ruthless the king was. She had heard instances where he had killed for less than throwing his crest on the ground.

Chapter 5: Marriage II Third Person’s POV The bright yellow hue of the horizon mellowed to orange as the sun slowly hid in the embrace of the clouds. The grand manor of the Valerius king family stood at the central territory of the Rogue capital along with the Cavalier king family and the Sanguis king family. The central territory is home to the nobles, generals and the wealthy citizens at the top of the Rogue kingdom’s hierarchy. The black ivory walls of the grand manor shone with a repressed authority.

Nico was the eldest of the DeLuca brothers, followed by Adrian, who passed away, Enzo, the enforcer, and Nero, the New York King. She didn’t like me after she overheard a conversation she heard me have over the phone about getting rid of a woman. It didn’t help that when she questioned me about it, I couldn’t explain what I had been talking about. It didn’t help that the conversation she overheard me having was right after Nero was threatened by a vigilante group called the Sovereign Justice, who went after bad, rich, and powerful men, with a video of him killing a sixteen-year-old girl when he was also sixteen.

Cristian held up a flash drive. “This contains everything my father archived about Isabel’s imprisonment. Video. Audio. Letters. Even her signed confession.” Amara’s fingers twitched. “She never confessed.” Cristian smirked. “Everyone breaks. Even queens.” “What do you want?” Cristian stepped closer. “You’ve built a kingdom on ashes. But the world’s watching. And I have a spark that could burn your entire legend down.” He let the words hang. “I want a seat. A territory. A name in the new order.”

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

Not playing protector to someone who chose a man in a suit over a man with a gun. I was Dominic Russo. I was the King of the Underworld. And I was officially done being a simp. As the men started breaking off into their respective crews to begin the hunt for intel, Marco walked up to me, handing me a fresh glass. “That’s the Don I know,” Marco said quietly.