Fierce King Novels & Stories

Hearing that, Auric’s expression changed rapidly. He said gravely, “Impossible! The strength you displayed isn’t the early stage of the sixth zone of kingship at all!” Fennel scoffed. “Who told you I was in the early stage?” What?! Not the early stage? Auric was startled. The audience in the stands and the patriarchs of the Northern disciple families on the high stands were equally stunned when they saw Auric being forced to retreat. Fennel Leigh was actually a king in the sixth zone!

The other guy snarled. "What the f*ck you mean, father?" The blond gritted. "Dexter," The king said calmly. "This girl is your pet. She'll serve both of you. And whoever ends up killing her first would lose the throne," The King said sternly as he let her leash go and faced her. "Go to them," The King said looking at Fiona as she stiffened feeling three sets of intimidating eyes fixed on her. She wanted to move. She wanted to oblige but it wasn't in her. She was never like this. Being able to breathe in the presence of three Lycans was soul-draining enough.

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.

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

Ignis looked me in the eyes and declared firmly, “No matter what happens, you must not go after Fierce.” Confused, I questioned the importance of Fierce and why she was so crucial to Ignis's conditions. Ignis stared at me seriously and revealed, “Fierce is the daughter of a Genuine Alpha. If you get involved with a lineage of that level, you'll be signing your own death sentence.” “Fine, Ignis. I promise, I will never go after Fierce, no matter what happens,” I replied, trying to sound convincing. Ignis nodded, satisfied with my promise. However, the burden of my choices and lies remained on my shoulders as I desperately tried to maintain appearances and preserve what was left of my relation

With a resolute spirit and a fierce determination, they stood ready to confront the forces of King Maximilian, seeking not only to avenge their fallen leaders but to restore peace and stability to their lands once more. As King Alaric of Myriad witnessed the ruthless act of King Maximilian, his heart filled with a mix of grief and rage. The sight of his dear friend, King Fredrick, being struck down in cold blood ignited a fire within him that could not be extinguished. With unyielding determination, King Alaric charged forward, his sword raised high, ready to avenge the fallen kings.

“The King’s mother, Her Highness Renna, is the one who created the harem.” I blink. “Why?” “Because the King has no heir. Because of the wolf he has.” I narrow my eyes. “Wolf? Heir? Make me understand.” Kie lowers her voice. “The King is an Alpha Firefang. That means the heat beneath his claws, beneath his teeth—beneath his very soul is ten times hot as liquid molten. His wolf is picky about the one who will carry his heir which is why no woman has been successful.”

"Yes, that dancer dared to kill the power of Mahabaleshgarh. I will make sure that she suffers the most painful death," Now I got it, whatever I said yesternight made him much madder rather than making him think something else but death. "She should be pecked alive in the box of sharp nails," the Other one said. Anger rushed into me and I wanted to kill him straight. What the hell was everyone saying? "I guess, that's perfect for that dancer, She would learn how to treat the Royal peoples," King said in his roaring and angry tone. Everyone nodded.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

Rogue king “Where the fuck is she!” He barked, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury as he stared at the followers he had managed to suppress in the forest. He had managed to gather a number of feral wolves due to his immense power and now they all referenced him as their leader. “We… We couldn’t enter the pack…” The one who seemed in charge of the warriors managed to stutter as he bowed before him, unable to look him in the eyes because the Rogue King was known to be a bloodthirsty beast.