Fate King Hassan Novels & Stories

He was leading the world of snake and vultures better than the five generations before him led with a swag of his own. But his playfulness and the gentle look in his eyes when he was on the phone threw him off. He was the King: ruthless and callous, who the world bent to and he was bending to a woman. Some chauvinist would ridicule it but he could see the clout behind the man, the woman was one piece of art to have the feral Alpha Wolf following her like a lost puppy. "I assume the receiver of your call was the girl in question." He declared without a hint of interrogation, he was certain of his statement, somehow.

Gianna sighed as she sat through another meeting that her cousin Keres, excuse me, King Keres was holding. Ever since Keres took his father, King Victor’s, place last month after his very unexpected death, Keres had been forcing her to come to these meetings where he was basically trying to undo everything that her parents and uncle had worked so hard to put in place.

I stagger a step back but the loud cheers bring me back to my senses. “ His Highness has arrived. ” A girl screams in excitement, her voice shrill and disturbing. My breath hitches, and I find myself becoming a stone statue as my head turns in the direction of the stairs. He is not here yet. But he is coming. Now the mission [Changing Fate for the Alpha King] is on. I open the bottle and down the liquid, as others stare in the direction of the stairs, like me. The lights in the Grand Hall suddenly become brighter as the bitter liquid burns down my throat.

“Enough. I won’t sit here waiting for scraps of rumor. If she lives, I’ll find her.” Selene’s smile faltered, but she recovered quickly, draping herself across the chair with practiced elegance. “Do as you wish, my king. But don’t forget—your people watch you. Your soldiers look to you. Chasing after a traitor sends the wrong message.” Kaelen ignored her. He rose to his full height, towering, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Summon Captain Darius,” he commanded the guard at the door. “Now.”

and deadly. "Who are you?" Thaddeus asked. "Issa Frostwood," Issa replied but I could see the mischief in his eyes. "Yes, that is your name, but who are you really?" Thaddeus insisted. Issa finished his drink and gently dropped his cup on the table. He got up and took my hand. It was time to go. "I am the King of the Night." He said and we left Thaddeus McPherson where he sat, sweating, drinking and defeated.

“I have ruled centuries of blood. Kingdoms carved from bone. Thrones built on fear.” A faint curve touched his lips. “But I have never stood before a myth who still breathes.” He dropped to one knee. Not hurried. Not weak. Just a king choosing his moment. Cassian stiffened beside him. “You thought me dead,” Cassian murmured to his kin, voice lower, edged with ancient memory. “So did I… for a long time.” His eyes lifted to me. To him. “But fate does not resurrect the weak.” He stepped forward.

Fennel mumbled helplessly, “Your old man is hiding so much from you? That can’t be. Does that old guy have other plans?” After muttering, Fennel said, “Among the Seven Kings of Disciples back then, the one with the strongest fighting power and the most amazing talent—who’s also known as the supreme king of the seven kings—is the battle god by your father’s side now, Fulton Hash. He was once the king of the seventh zone and has always served your father. When your father was accused of being a defector by the Nonagon, Fulton followed your father and stained the entire path with blood. That was how they managed to break out of the Nonagon. His combat power is the strongest among all known king

Romeo queried, looking at me curiously, perhaps trying to figure out a loophole that would help me escape this blood oath with the dragon king. I nodded. "Yes. His mate had died when she was a child." Dragon shifters like King Ahsan have immortal lives as the vampires do. His mate, a fae princess had died hundreds of years ago, her body preserved in a tomb in the Dragon and Fae realm. "Who is he?" He kept his voice light but it didn't escape my notice that his body had stilled and was coiled tight like a spring. I hesitated for a moment before answering, knowing he'd find out anyway, "King Ahsan Taniyn, the Dragon King."

Aqualia gritted out. I blew out a long breath and kept walking. If I didn't do this, no one else would. Now that Fesel was going willingly, Starra and Jayel stopped fighting. He would never kill her but he liked teaching others lessons. She would never forget this one. We paused at Fesel's Father. The dead folks called him Prince Fenon. He was wearing the ruling crown. At the current moment, his title was King Fenon. 'A man with a good heart but makes terrible decisions,' was the statement that bounced in my brain.

KINGSLEY'S POV I continued speaking, smiling at Hassan. "Thank you, Hassan. I've heard about you as well,you don't need to stress on that. And let's say I offer Cleveland healthy competition, and I also brought that here with Alphonso. That is why I am his benefactor." Hassan grinned. I could literally smell his happiness and excitement. He was in the presence of two men he deemed as his idols. I had to admit that even if I was in his shoes, I would've been extremely excited as well..