Got King Tommen Novels & Stories

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

The ceremony seems to be going well as the king kane of Dakota laughed with king kane of Baridoki while watching the two dark haired werewolf fight each other to entertain the audience. One of the king's (kane) guard soon approached him and whispered "Someone brought a message for you, your majesty" "You wouldn't want to tongue cut off, Tommen, I'm at a ceremony. We'll deal with messages back at Dakota" He was a man who always attended to messages as best as he could but not when he's outside his kingdom to negotiate peace terms.

He wanted everyone to be his submissive little bitch while he ruled happily. That isn't what a King is meant to be. Not a true good king, anyway. When our grandfather gave our dad's the title of being King, Tomoro became furious. Whenever I was told the story, I knew at that moment he snapped. That small connection that attached him to reality broke. He became the monster that he is today.

He didn’t look surprised. “Huh?” Tommen stepped forward closer to Killian. “You don’t seem surprised that it is me.” Killian did nothing but look into his eyes with pure contempt. I felt numb as I watched, unable to move or breathe, as the tension in the room thickened and Tommen started pacing slowly across the length of the room, covering the base where the light was shaded over the cement floor. “You know,” Tommen began and pulled a silver case out of his pocket, taking out a cigarette from it. I swallowed. “Killing your parents…” He pulled out a lighter and lit it, “…was never really personal,” he drawled and took a large puff of smoke.

King asked in a laid-back tone, which caused him to raise an eyebrow. "Horrible. I want to go home now." He also answered it in a laid-back manner, earning a grin from King. "Get me out. Now." "You need to stay here for a month." King turned his back again and went back to cooking after he said that. Kane, on the other hand, was fuming mad. One month?! What the heck?

He intentionally didn’t say my name. After that, he got down from the podium and made his way straight to where a brown eyed girl was sitting. Is that his mate? She took his hands in hers and she squeezed it softly. From the look of things, it would never become his again, because I still held his secret, and I would always use it against him. One of the elders climbed on the podium, to address the congregation just like Nate had done. “Greetings everyone. As we all know, we are all gathered here to appoint a new King. His name is James Danemount. He is the one time king of Tyrone, as most of you already knows”

wasn’t that the name of Lord Nether King? Although the Hell King was extremely mysterious, there were still people who knew his real name within a certain range! Tomson finally revealed a look of fear. “I’m screwed. I’ve offended the Lord of the Nether King!” Just then, Lu Jie pushed him from behind. "Toms, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and beg His Excellency Hell King for mercy and let you go? Do you really want to die?" The Lord of the Nether attacked! Not a single blade of grass was left alive!

She mischievously declared as they were eating their dinner. Cessair smirked at her. “Great. It is already the day after tomorrow. The King isn’t attending the meeting, and the prince is trying to cover it up – even though we all know that Tamara is still in grave danger. Cornelius is certain that the person he bit on the South Side was the King himself. Maybe, he was trying to discover our secret laboratory, but unfortunately, he failed. And now, we might say that Aeron’s inventions are truly a success.” Her husband smugly commented.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

King Philip, the king of Gordon groaned as he stared at Danika so lustfully, Danika shrank closer to Lucien. "I was about to say the same thing. She looks so beautiful..." King Moreh, the king of Ijipt grunted beside him. Both kings are in their late forties, and just staring at Danika, they started spotting an erection which they didn't even try to hide. Danika bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop the stare. One of the Kings stood up, the third king was named King George. "Privileged people of England! We have gathered here today for the Introduction of the slave of the King Of Salem!"