Fng King Age Novels & Stories

“So, what do you propose King Martin?”, I say sitting in front of the two most powerful King. King Martin - King of South dynasty, strong, powerful, and most of all well-versed and experienced in ruling a kingdom since he was nineteen. And second King Monogary - King of the west, a plump man almost in his seventies, witty, smart, extremely cunning, and ready to pass his throne to his elder son, Prince Aaron.

His voice was dark and menacing, so it would be easy enough to listen. Even if it did scare the shit out of her. "Your King has ruled for five years, and you all probably know. He was born 2223, January 10th." Wait, his birthday is next week. Juliette bit her lip, wondering how this would go down. "Every year the Alpha selects very important people to attend his birthday celebration." Juliette's heart skipped a beat. Kade silenced the squeals with another growl. "Your original King died five years ago, forcing the young Alpha you know as your King, into the throne."

* After what seemed like forever, a king announced that we should go on a break. I stood up slowly along with everyone else. I turned to King Lee who was staring at his wrist watch. "I'm giving them just 30 f***king minutes more" He muttered bringing down his hand. "Why aren't you talking to them, your highness?" I asked pouting. I'm sure I was cute enough not to be ignored. He stared at me sternly and I bit my lower lip getting scared. What if he punishes me for not minding my business?? "When my father died, I was seventeen years old...this same kings refused for me to be made king because I am a psychopath" He replied casually.

he was angered and threatened her. When she remembered that, she immediately looked at Prince Cao. He did not speak because he was not involved in the conversation. He isn't afraid, he's just an educated regis filius. Prince Fiske left with anger and disappointment. "Basileus," is Prince Fiske threatening you?" Prince Cao asked, when the West Feral Sea native finally left. "When the nuptias continue, they will declare a proelium. But don't worry, I am not afraid of his threat. I will not withdraw the agreed nuptias," the king said.

His father, King Gregory of Myknos dressed in all the finery the kingdom had to offer. "Your Highness." He bowed in respect, "Why are you not at the games?" "I came to check on my sulking son." He said, sitting on the edge of Nicolas' bed and patting the space beside him, "Tell me what troubles you." King Gregory was in his late fifties but he looked much younger than was expected although his dark brown hair had turned fully grey. The unsuspecting maids fell for his soft spoken nature and bright smile but he knew better.

He was dressed and waiting for me. "Good morning, Beta," I said respectfully, and he chuckled. He always had a smile for me in the morning. At fifty, he was still strong and able. The King, too. Mathias always joked about remaining as crown prince for a long time, and he was right. We wouldn't be taking over until Mathias turns thirty-three, and I am sure beta Qusack and the King could not wait. I could see the need to want to retire in their eyes. They were bored.

He was above everyone. “H-how old are you then?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “A hundred? Two hundred?” Ronan chuckled, reaching out to pinch my nose. “Do you think I’m your great-grandfather or something?” His violet eyes narrowed playfully. “Don’t believe those ridiculous fairy tales in picture books. I’m twenty-five.” I couldn’t help the sheepish smile that tugged at my lips. “Sorry. I just thought…being a King at such a young age—”

“Age.” “26, sir.” “Pack rank and route.” “Gamma, King’s tournament.” Another nod, and this time a small smile. I’m not sure what’s making him so happy, unless it’s that these are all seasoned warriors who’ve proven themselves through the King’s tournament. I sigh inwardly. He’s going to hate me then. He stands in front of Morgan now. “Name.” “Morgan Herrera, sir.” “Age.” “24, sir.” “Pack rank and route.”