Darius The Great Is Not Okay Novels & Stories

We all watched him for a moment. Then Gertrude tsked and mummured a few unintelligible chants. The fire disappeared in seconds. "I do this with much regret and as much as I would have loved to see you burn down till what was left of you was not worthy to feed dogs, we don't have the time for this. We need to go now." Darius scrambled to his feet and fell back down, his huge muscular bulk racking with coughs. He was coughing blood. Nobody cared. Not even the healer whose lunar programming was to heal twitched a finger.

"Every day we wait, Roman strengthens his defenses. The siege weakened them – this is our moment." Darius ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, clearly torn between his desire for power and his fear of failure. "It's too soon, Cassandra. Our forces need time to—" "Time?" I spat, slamming my hands on the wooden table between us. "While you sit here wringing your hands, that bastard Roman is probably fucking his little human pet and laughing at our hesitation!" The crude comment had its intended effect. Darius's face reddened with anger and wounded pride. He'd always been pathetically easy to manipulate – a man whose ego was as fragile as glass.

"I'm more excited to see how his throne will be taken away from him." "You won't like who is their next king." "I don't care what happened to this kingdom. I don't care if they will appoint the cruelest king or the dumbest. As long as it is not Elio." He shook his head. "You don't understand what you are saying." "I do. Are we okay now? Can I go inside? I'm tired, Darius." Tired from everything. He sauntered towards me and held both of my shoulders, pressing me down.

"You’re losing everything. Maybe your father has always been right. You were never a king material." Kael’s chest heaved. For a heartbeat, he looked like he might argue. Then, with a snarl, he turned and slammed out of the room. "He needs to step down. He is not fit to rule," Darius said. Cassandra exhaled, pressing her fingers to her temples. "He’ll see reason. Eventually." Darius didn’t answer. He just stared at the crumpled newspaper in his hand, the headline glaring back at him like an accusation.

Understanding these alliances is crucial for my success. Mutiny was a crime, yet Darius seized the throne, and no one challenged his actions. If my father had been a tyrant, Darius's coup might have been justified, but my father was beloved by the people. Instead, it was Darius who was a wicked king, yet his reign continued unchallenged. It was clear to me that something was deeply wrong with the system in the Ironclaw region, and I was determined to uncover the truth.

For a while I forgot my hatred for Darius and was focused on the entertainment, Darius then looked at me and said, "Indeed are you not enjoying what we are doing here?" I then recovered my anger and said to him, "You can still enjoy all this being good and not evil." He then said, "It's a quarter after one, I lost all control and went on a rampage to eat fellow humans and then you tried to stop me, that was brave of you." I did not just answer him anymore and it was clear I was focused on the entertainment. Darius grew angry and wanted to order the entertainment to end right away, but that would be inappropriate so he kept his cool.

Such a pussy! “Hey,“ Darius said, as he came to stand next to me, grabbing a bottle of water from one of the palace Omegas. “He's awful,“ I grunted. He gulped down the water and gave a short laugh. “Nah, he's doing just fine. Give him time,“ “Yeah, right,“ I puffed, not wanting to engage more in the argument. Unlike me, Darius had the patience for the rookies. Probably because he's been a warlord for years and trained quite a number of them.

Because apparently Darius becoming even more terrifying was somehow possible. I looked toward him slowly. His expression had hardened completely now. Not ambition. Not excitement. Alarm. Good. At least one of us had standards. “I don’t want that,” I said immediately. Darius answered just as quickly. “Neither do I.” The honesty in his voice surprised me. The King studied both of us carefully. Then nodded once like that answer mattered. Outside, another war horn echoed across the fortress. Closer this time. The ground trembled faintly beneath our feet.

“Austin wants to take the marriage issue to the council. He’s accusing me of breaching our agreement.” Darius sighed, his expression darkening. He didn’t need me to explain the implications—it was clear enough. Gabe, however, couldn’t hold back his anger. “Had that bastard been even half-competent, his father wouldn’t have handed the South to your dad like a damn charity case. What’s his deal? Does he not realize the kind of hardship he’d be subjecting his daughter to?”

" She just crashed onto the couch with this dramatic sigh—seriously, give her an award. Her head basically disappeared into the cushion, like she was morphing into part of the sofa itself and had zero intentions of moving, possibly ever again. “God, I missed this.” “Same.” Her eyes drifted closed for a split second. “I keep thinking I’m dreaming. Seriously—how are you actually here?” That they actually brought You to him." "Believe me, I wish I could disbelieve it too." "What is he like? Darius?" I blinked. That was... a loaded question. "He’s... complicated," I admitted. "Cold. Proud. Controlled. But sometimes, just sometimes, he says something or does something that makes me think maybe th