Fierce King Novels & Stories

His roared of triumph echoes far in the city and the forest. It’s a death prophecy for all. All his slaves agree and praise the dignity and pride of their Alpha together by shrieking and howling loud. They showed strength and consent with their mighty and ferocious king as they don't have any chance to rebel. He is ferocious Alpha, whose lust is power. He can kill anyone for filling his lusty desires. The king is a beast in all avatars. ......

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

“He said much while fevered. Muttering in half-sleep.” “What’d he say?” Bast was drowning in curiosity. “The king thought him too feral, so he buried him in the Citadel dungeons.” “And?” She blew a long breath and slid down to sit on the stairs. Sad for him. Bast recognized. Her and her tender heart. It made his warm at her hidden kindnesses. “He refused to die.” She said under her breath. “So, the King paid an assassin to drown him in the NetherRunnel.” “And Jerica allowed it?” He was astounded and angered.

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

The words lingered on my very tongue but I wouldn't bring myself to say it. Mate. His scent wafted into my nostrils and my knees almost gave. I was fighting for my life but looking into the eyes of the Lycan King made me wonder if he even felt any of the conflicts of emotions I felt or if he was just better at hiding them. The look on Dimitri's face erased any lingering doubts I had. His expression was indifferent, detached. "What are her crimes?" Dimitri inquired, his tone measured. "Irrelevant," my father retorted dismissively, striding toward King Dimitri and, in the process, pushing me aside. "King Dimitri, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he greeted, extending his hand.

His blazing eyes twitch as he glares at me. "You missing him is the last thing I want to hear about. If you want to be angry with someone be angry at him. I told him to go home, but he refused. He said it was not fair to his men for him to sleep with his wife while they continued to risk their lives." "You're jealous of him..." The realization dawns on me. "As you should be, my Lord. For he is a thousand times the man you could ever wish to be." Scowling at me the whole time, the King backs away and settles in his chair. I struggle to make sense of the madness as hot, angry tears spill onto my cheeks.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

Just him standing there was enough. When he locked eyes on Fabian, it was all there: rage, hatred and something deeper, something deadly. I felt it, all of it, like his fury had a shape and it crashed straight into me. With a harsh and ancient tone, the Phoenix King spoke of his own kingdom "Lycan King, I've come for what's mine," as if he were piercing fire. "Your realm is only merely ashtray in time.". I am only facing obstacles in both of you.

The king stormed inside their casa with his majestic self, his aura radiating anger, on the Rosewood Pack territory while his family and some of their pack members were discussing inside the conference hall about a rogue attack at their border reported by the warriors. Without warning, the king wrapped his hands around his neck applying a high amount of his strength that his arms were bulging. The king's face morphed in anger, his eyes held ruthlessness you could never imagine. He was livid and threw Allistair like a ragdoll. Allistair was afraid yes, nope he was terrified but he won't go down without a fight.

unable to accept what Killian just told us. "Killian, I know you're angry, but if you want to save her, you have to let me finish." His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Silver specks started appearing in his sage-green eyes, letting us know his wolf was present and pissed. "Spit it out. What does your back story have to do with saving my mate from your despicable alpha?" Not wanting to stay around longer than necessary anymore, I got straight to the point. "Killian, you're a Lycan. You have to claim your rightful title as The Alpha King. Getting your true strength back is the only way you can stop Ace and break this never-ending cycle of death and betrayal. To finally have peace among us The El