Game Of Thrones King Novels & Stories

The former King shouted at his son. Neil who was already at the door with Keanna nestled safely in his arms, halted, turned, and answered his father with a smile. "The moment father condoned the act of his child killing their siblings, I became disobedient." The former King turned to pick up the discarded sword, only to find that one of his men was already holding it. "I-I apologize, Your Majesty!" "Y-you scoundrel! Aughkk!" His attendant ran straight to him, thrusting the sword deep into his abdomen.

Lincoln who was so exhausted and needed a body to hold, suddenly stood up and started ambling towards her - towards Kaylan. Kaylan felt a skip in her heart beat and her legs wobble, but she tried as much as possible not to flinch. "Have you heard from your brother?" He asked as he got to where she was and placed his hands on her shoulders. Kaylan stiffened a little. "Y... Yes, My King. Um...he wrote a letter to me just yesterday" she answered, taking a deep gulp afterwards. Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Then he cleared his throat. “That name…the brat who calls himself king…is forbidden here. I’ll let it slide once, since you’re new to our land.” He stepped closer, but slower this time, voice steady. “I’m Sebastian Blackthorn. King of the Outlands. This is my home. You’re in my territory.” King. Of course. Because why not? One fantasy king wasn’t enough…I had to stumble from Adrian’s palace straight into another king’s house. Fantastic. Just grand.

Prologue “Luther! You cannot do this to me!” Alpha King Luther Reeds stopped on his track, turning around to look at Katherine. His eyes burned in a fury. No one dares to utter his name. No one disrespects him. He is the Alpha King of the Northern Kingdom, and no one addresses him by name. No one. Not even his own mate. “You dared to utter my name?” he growled, as he stormed closer to her in the corridor of the second floor of the palace.

asked Athelstan, almost through gritted teeth. Sumon noticed Kyros visibly stiffening his jaw, while a flash of fear passed over his face, only to be replaced by anger. Anger? Fear? What's on your mind Neyer? Sumon wondered thoughtfully. "Elhias is the king of Aeris and Elder, just as Taryn Fahan is queen of Elder and Aeris," Nathan explained without moving his gaze from Athelstan. The prince clenched his fists on the table and a flash of sadness passed through his face, before he looked down, then hoisted himself on his hands and rose to stand up. Kyros next to him stood up and looked straight ahead, as his face became harder and tighter, as did his body getting stiffer and stiffer.

No crown either, and he could easily blend in with peasants more so than nobles. Let alone the likes of the King. “Darren? You’re the head of the Kingsguard. You’re sworn to celibacy until death frees you of your duty!” The King’s voice was thoroughly confused, but harsh as he now stood on the floor level; from his voice, it seemed he was near where the Queen stood just moments before. “You may be my brother, but to disobey the-“

And on it, seated on a throne made of black steel and dark leather, was he. Alpha King Darius. I had never even seen him in real life, only on TV or on the news cycle. He looked younger than I expected; the news loved to toss around his age, claiming he was in his mid-thirties and still without a Luna. His features were a chiseled cold jaw, storm colored eyes, a mouth that hadn’t smiled in a decade. He radiated power. Cruel, and dangerous power. They pushed me to my knees in front of him and I stumbled, falling on my knees. I glanced up and we locked eyes, for one awful moment.

The King walked back and forth, his mind running through so many things. He was planning to kill both of them but then he thought this would be so devastating. His esteem as a King would be humiliated between the other dragons of Thralia. He called upon his close friend Henry Dawn, who was the father of Raya Dawn, the future wife to Nathan Blackmark. "What happened, Edward? Are you ready to give your son to my daughter yet?" Henry laughed it off then looked at the fidgety on King's athletic face. "What is the matter, Edward?" he asked anxiously.