Fierce King Novels & Stories

But the scream was the wrong thing to do. Even from my distance, I could see the king’s eyes twitch and change to amber. I have heard and witnessed that he really disliked loud and sudden noise near him, but when I did it, he had never reacted the way he did to Sary. He grabbed her neck harshly, lifting her off the floor and I could see him increase the pressure until she was a gurgling mess, instinctively fighting his hands to let air in. “Not only are you incompetent, but you also had to have an aggravating, screeching voice?” He sounded so casual and calm, as if he weren’t squeezing life out of a person.

“According to the rumours spreading through the pack house like a bonfire. It is no news that you have been caught losing your grip on your powers for a moment. I really do hope you take some moment to gather yourself. Losing control of your powers is no joke. You have to prioritize your strengths over your weaknesses. If not, our enemies will think they've had us and that can cause a big clash.” I indeed, hoped it would end right there and then but I was wrong. One of the men rose from their seat and forced his lips to address me. “Boe could you have let the news spread? You are the king. You make the rules. A king without a firm grip if his powers are the same as a weakling. If you do not

"You will never be more than what you are: the treacherous brother of a former king." He watched the light and fierceness in Denney's eyes flicker and die out. Then he turned to the assembly. "Let this be a lesson to all who dare to undermine my authority. I have not rid myself of you, not because you hold so great an importance in my court or because I lack the power to do so, but because compassion is an attribute of a king. I would rather have a court of dead men than one that stinks of treacherous fools. I do not, and will not, care how exalted you believe yourself to be, I am the most exalted in this kingdom." Alexander's gaze swept across the room, until his eyes met Carlisle's, who ga

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

They did not understand how standing beside the king felt less like hunting and more like standing on the edge of a cliff, wind in his face, the ground gone beneath his feet. He closed his fingers around the coin until the edges bit into skin. Corvin’s voice flowed steadily beside him, issuing decrees with terrifying ease. The hall bowed to every word, the empire shifting with each decision. Elowen looked at him. Jet-black hair, pale eyes, and a mouth shaped for command. Shoulders carrying a nation with frightening simplicity. A weak spot, he had told the king. He had come to find one. Now he was not entirely sure which of them was more exposed.

Aiden remembers the way the King had looked at him, not with the disgust of a conqueror, but with a raw, hungry intensity that had made Aiden’s knees weak. He hates himself for it. This man is the reason his parents are dead. This man slaughtered his pack, burned their homes to the ground, and enslaved the survivors. Aiden should want to drive a dagger through his heart. But when those golden eyes locked onto his, Aiden’s body had betrayed him. His cock had twitched in the restrictive panties of the maid outfit, his hole clenching with a sudden, desperate need to be filled. The King was sexy—powerful, broad-shouldered, radiating a dominance that made Aiden’s mouth water.

What got them so upset was when the vampire king had asked her for a Dance. Derek, The vampire king though was an old friend of theirs he was known to be cunning like a fae and was greatly feared among the super naturals. The Vampire King had long ruled over his kingdom with an iron fist. He was feared by all who knew him, and for good reason. He was as ruthless as he was tall, standing at over six feet with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline that could cut through steel. But it was his devilishly handsome features that truly struck fear into the hearts of his subjects. For there was a coldness in his eyes, a hardness that suggested he was not to be trifled with.

His fingers tug the top of my dress, exposing just enough skin to make me gasp. A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it. His eyes devour the sound. He looks ruined by it. Dangerous from it. His voice is a shredded whisper. “I don’t want you being friends with Frederick.” Heat coils low in my belly. “Why?” It comes out barely audible. He pulls back just enough to look at me fully— his face carved with desire and fury and something much darker. “Because I’m your king,” he says, each word slow, deliberate, primal,

I rose from my chair, my full height towering over Fenris, my power pressing down on him like a physical force. "I am the Lycan King. I have lived for centuries. I have conquered kingdoms and crushed enemies that would make lesser wolves weep with terror. I do not fear this so-called war. I do not fear the Werewolf King. And I will not be questioned by my Beta." Fenris bowed his head, his submission absolute. "Forgive me, my King," he whispered. "Your word is final. I will see it done." He left quickly, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

I informed him woefully His brows furrowed and he shook his head in disappointment “I really did hope it was just gossips, but tell me, in what ways was it worse?” “Well, the king isn’t just angry and cruel, he’s merciless, greedy, arrogant and takes no care or pride when it comes to his lands and people. He takes all their money, while they waste away, he sent one man to the tower because he was late paying the high taxes, he’d spent some of the money on a doctor to help his wife. The king just spends all their money on wine and fine foods for himself. His bedchambers and study were about the only rooms in his entire home that looked rich, everything else was just cold and bare. He’s despic