First Kings Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“We will begin with a short review of Eldermoon history. Who can tell me when the Kingdom was formed?” Hands shot up everywhere. I didn’t move. A girl in the front answered proudly, “Six years ago, when Alpha King Stephen Magnus united the territories under one rule.” The tutor nodded and asked another question about royal ranks, and yet another about High Lords. They all answered confidently. They were enjoying this. They kept glancing at me like they were waiting for me to embarrass myself. It worked. “Lady Katherine?” the tutor finally asked, “What is the first decree passed by the Alpha King after the formation of the Kingdom?”

“What door, Cael?” ​Cael opened his mouth, but only a wet gasp escaped. Slowly, his head turned toward the floor beneath them. “The one inside me.” ​Behind them, the First King breathed a single, horrified word. “Gods...” ​Cael tilted his head toward the old ruler. “You put it there.” ​The King’s fingers loosened, his heavy sword slipping from his hand and clattering against the flagstones. “I was trying to save the realm...”

The dust clears, revealing the terrifying sight before them. I stand in the center, a massive golden-furred Alpha King radiating a suffocating level of power. Beside me is Klien, baring his fangs. On my other side is Zarek, my hybrid heir, his aura burning with a terrifying blend of two worlds. His palms drip with the very blood that has just brought a dying king back to life. Elder Garrow looks at me, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. He looks at the golden veins on my neck, then his gaze shifts to Zarek as he senses the sheer, impossible power of the boy’s healing core.

It’s the first thing I learned when I got here. This place is different from where I come from. We don’t have kings back home, but here there are. King Veseleios is the king ruling over all the other kings, and now I hear he’s also a beast? A beast is ruling everyone, and they have no idea? I shiver, feeling a blood-curdling chill crawl up my spine as I mentally beg God to help me get out of this God-forsaken place. But I freeze when he says I’m to be his queen. “No."

She gasped and slowly touched his face. "You were born like this?". "I was okay, born a normal human in an empire where everyone were different from me, they were scary to me, fangs, hairs all over, it was like a different world to me, I stayed indoor always scared to see them, my mother will always convince to come see the light of the day but I was afraid to, My father was the king, he was the Alpha, the leader of the pack in the empire, growing up I didn't even know something called a Father exist, the only one who cared was my mother, she was everything to me, it took time for me to know that I had a father who cared less". Shane said and sniffed.

The air hummed like a bowstring pulled too tight. Then the light moved. A figure stepped through — tall, cloaked in smoke and shadow, his skin carved from light and ash. His crown wasn’t gold or silver but bone, fractured and bleeding faint veins of crimson flame. Each step he took left scorch marks in the stone. Malachai whispered, “The First King. Arion of the Bloodline.” Cassian’s smirk faltered. “Tell me that’s a story come to life.” “It’s worse,” Vale murmured. “It’s the story that started all of this.”

Mason's family is very sweet and welcoming. A few hours have passed and I met most of his uncles, aunties and cousins. I also had the honor of meeting the first ever Werewolf King and Queen. Mason's grandparents. Rena And Phillip King. I have yet to meet Mason's younger brother. He is out on training but is expected to be here by the time everybody sits down for dinner. As the table is being set by the servers ,the door opens and in walks an almost exact replica of Mason and Elijah. Damn how strong are these werewolf genes.

I watch as his eyes soften, Herold and Paloma notice the big man and while my daughter hugs my leg tighter and almost hides herself. Herold bluntly asks, hunter who he is.,To which hunter replies"I'm the Alpha King ",My son gasps and whispers "cool". "My mum is an Alpha and Uncle Lucas is an Alpha too"Herold says. "I know that buddy. Now tell me your name" He bends his knee to be at the same level "Herold Sebastian",I suck in a breath.Fuck he said my surname.Please don't notice.Please please don't say anything. I saw Calvin's eyes flash to mine, I couldn't look at him because I'm afraid for it to be true.

Wolves lined the walls their eyes on us ready to attack at any given notice. The car came to a stop and Lucien was the first to step out. He circled to my side and opened my door for me and Matasha hopped out as well. As we stood, two people now stood infront of us. They seemed to have an aura of authority and power around them. "Mother, Father" Lucien said in greeting. They were the king and Queen of his entire species and also his parents. The King just stood there in silence, clearly not happy that we were at his door. The Queen’s eyes cut deep into me. It seemed like she could see into my soul.

Other wolves looked twice and then looked away first. The Blackstone pack had been calling him the dark wolf since he shifted at sixteen and the name had traveled far beyond Blackstone since then. Other packs knew what that meant. An Alpha King with a black wolf and red eyes who had never lost a fight and rarely needed to start one because most things that saw him coming made a quick decision about whether they wanted to be there. He ran.