Game Of Thrones King Novels & Stories

he said I was shocked. He mentioned the word 'continent'. This only means that he has a control of a huge part this land. How powerful and influential this guy is? I asked inside my mind. The men were also shocked. One even dared to question him. “Sire, are you sure you want to do this?” asked the concerned knight behind him. The Gentleman raised his hands and signalled his disagreement on the soldier. “I know what I am doing.” He just said. The Knight who asked the question just apologized and remained quiet. Awkward silence rose into the atmosphere as I remained silent for a long period of time.

conscience. “We’ve met crazier and more vengeful humans. Doesn’t explain this… soft-hearted thinking,” Karl replied, saying it like my soft heart was a foreign, disgusting concept. “Can you both stop speaking like I’m not here?” I nearly rolled my eyes, but Landon staring heavily at me like I was an enigma made me nervous. “See to it that this never happens again, Landon,” the king said, his tone becoming stern and his sight never leaving mine. “If there’s ever a next time, I will make them beg for death’s release.”

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

"George, go and get those men. I need them here in an hour." "Yes your highness." He responded. He immediately got into a carriage which drove in the run down town. It took him awhile before he could find Zeke. The man was at the road side, smoking a cigarette. When he caught sight of George, a frown formed on his face. "Are they ready?" "I should have known he would have sent you George. You are his most loyal servant." He said. "You should answer Zeke. The king isn't that patient." "Yes, I know. How's palace life? Must be really great. I mean look at you, you definitely don't look like someone that came from this dump." He said and blew out a puff of cigarette.

The male agent watches his King from behind his mask with a smile of pride on his face. Atticus is truly meant for this role. He doesn't cling to grudges and he only needed mere moments to contemplate the effects of a war. He is truly a King.

“Not unless King Gene comes and lets you out.” “Shows what you know,” I say, scoffing. “Gene isn’t even king right now. Tristan is.” “Tristan is only temporary king,” he tells me like he’s a reporter for the fucking daily news. “Gene is the true king, and he’ll be back soon enough. If he wants you here, this is where you will rot. And this is where you will die.”

Then at me. “He knows,” Kieran said. The howl became a voice. Amplified. Ancient. “KIERAN DRAGOS. YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME.” The Alpha King. Ruler of all Northern territories. And he wanted our son. ---

No one did, except for the twins. "Tell me everything. Where is she?" Victoria took a shaky breath. "She is... she is in the Northern Kingdom. She has been claimed, My Lord. She is King Zayn’s mate." The air in the room died. I stood up slowly. Jennifer rushed forward to pull up my silk trousers, covering my nakedness, but I barely felt her touch. "Zayn?" I repeated the name like a curse. "The cursed wolf?" I knew of him. Zayn was the King of the Seven Kingdoms, a man cursed with a beast that knew no mercy. They said he was a monster who slaughtered virgins as sacrifices.

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.