Fierce King Sadie Kincaid Novels & Stories

"What was that, Killian? You let him sit there and make those disgusting comments for an hour without saying a word. You are supposed to be the feared Lycan King, but you almost let our biggest shipping deal fall apart because you couldn't control your pride." Killian didn't answer me. He stood up slowly, his massive body towering over the desk. His face was filled with fury, his eyes glowing so brightly they looked really scary this time. "You think I handled that poorly?" he growled, taking a step around the side of the desk, his voice a dark, animal hiss.

“Just like Archie never really accepted me. If his mother is Sadie, all the more reason — blood must be pure. I won’t let the Prince empire fall into unworthy hands.” A pause on the line, then the man said, almost conversationally, “Well, everyone knows what kind of man you are, Randall. I doubt even your wealth can buy you out of the consequences of what you’ve done. For now, find out if Archie left a hidden will. You know how meticulous he was. I have a feeling he did.” “Wouldn’t it be simpler to just remove them both now?” I pressed. “Sadie first. You know where she is, don’t you?”

“What?” The lady responded softly. “That fancy king, Darius, his newest chick, the one who made him crash out and lose control of his powers. She had an injury while trying to get into the female pack team and fainted.” My Heart jumped. Really?

Twenty something years later and Christopher Kincaid has managed to fall from the face of the realm. Some called him a legend for killing his wife and getting away with it. Some called him a myth because he was the most powerful Omega to ever exist. I call him the man who’ll die by my hands the same way our mother died. Christopher Kincaid’s scent lingers in the air, Sage picked up his scent all the way to this dreary forest before I lost him. I heave into the night, the cold night air bites my skin like tiny termites getting their first pound of flesh.

Tell me," I said and held one of my mate's cold hands and planted a kiss on it before I placed it on my lap, entwining our fingers. "We told you that Sadie's mother is a human oracle, but her mother is a fae princess. That's why we call Sadie a princess because she's the princess of the fae, and her father is the prince of the witch." "What? How it happened. We kill the prince." Freya shook her head. "The older prince who doesn't join the war between the vampire and witches is Sadie's father, and the one who killed them is Hideon, the younger prince of witches."

“How was your trip? You came sooner than expected, did you have a good time?” I smirk. “We did have a good time but it was interrupted by the fae king who thinks I killed his wife. I mean, what motive would I have to kill his wife? I hope his son makes him see reason because I’m not ready for a feud with the faes. Their magic is strong.” “Ah… too bad it was cut short, but seeing that you look less tense, you must have achieved what you wanted to.” I throw him a glare and he smirks. “You like gossip, don’t you? Call Marcus and start working on what I’ve tasked you with.”

The sadistic laughter of the soldiers who carried out the sentence was engraved in my mind, and I loathed it. “I told you it’s not just rumors! The king’s siblings and cousins are here. I hear his aunt is too,” Sienna whispered urgently in my ear. “Really?” I stopped chopping the carrots and turned to face her. A few days ago, something shocking had circulated. One of the king’s brothers, Prince Samyl, was dead—not just any death, but a gruesome one. Despite this region being a hybrid territory, there are no more than ten full hybrids, and all of them are the current royal family.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

“You are a good person. You are probably the best woman that I have ever met before. I wouldn't stop shouting to the world about how you are the best role model to me” I stared into her eyes. “Thank you for believing in me, but I would rather not be a burden to you anymore. I would return to my father’s pack, consume poison, and die since I can't be with Thorne” Sadie shook her head, her eyes shining with tears. “No, you are not going to die. Thorne is my brother and I can tell you that he is being manipulated by that woman…” Her brows pulled together in a frown, her eyes blazing with fury and there was this expression of confusion on her face.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."