Got Who Is The Mad King Novels & Stories

The softness in his voice eased some of the tension including my raging nerves, atleast enough to keep my heart rate stable again instead of the frenzy it was in a few moments ago. "N-no. They were fine." I nervously stuttered, before clearing my throat. "That's good. Please, you don't have to fear me or anyone in the castle actually. No one will harm you, I give you my word," The man assured," Now, on to more pressing matters, my Lady. I'm Noah, King Theo's trusted advisor, Beta and Best friend. May I have your name?" King Theo? Beta? My Lady? Where am I? "My Lady?" The ma-, I mean, Noah's voice came through my foggy, confused mind.

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

Age 17 It had been a couple of days since Maddie had stormed out. Maddie had been the only one who had gotten upset over the engagement. Others had been so excited they wished her and the King luck. Boy, I love how this Citidal lies. Making it look like they like they are super excited. The King clutched her arm around his, he looked at her with alittle worry on his face. "Ma petite, you are quite is everything ok?"

"I've found you a good match." My fingers closed tight. "What good match?" "Rocco Cortez." She blew out a ring of smoke, squinting at me. "The Serviss family's top enforcer. Has dozens of men under him. Makes millions a year. You marry him, you're set for life. Eat well, drink well, ten thousand times better than being some crap lawyer." My whole body locked up. Every bit of blood in me went cold. Rocco Cortez. The one they called "Serviss's mad dog."

Charles said. “Adalyn and the king came to the death scene…,” Adriel said. “The king?” professor MacPherson said. “Yes, king Rehoboth, the king of California,” Adriel said. “So Adalyn went to report to the king?” Professor MacPherson said.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Howard suggested, guiding Marciano toward the grand estate. 15 minutes later, they settled into a gazebo on the estate grounds, where Howard briefed Marciano on recent events. "I see now!" Marciano's mind raced as he pieced everything together, especially the revelation that Howard was none other than the King of the West, Master Howard himself. It was a shockwave of realization—like father, like son, indeed. At that moment, footsteps approached, and they turned to see Mystical Chubby hurrying toward them.

He didn't sound his normal self, his voice was like that of a defeated man, Madam Pudges thought. “Yes my king, I know who you are." She gave an answer to his question. “And who am I?" “You are my king, the king of Grenalia and the only true king and ruler of the human race. The savior of men from the hands of the crawl breasts that walks the earth in the form of wolves and the one who watches and protects his people just as a mother hawk watches over her youngs from up in the sky.." She replied, dishing out praises to him in the process to uplift his spirit.

The King of the Lycans, who was currently laying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep beside him. Darach King, the only beast who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom. He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was madder than any other living Lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness.

Their smiles vanished upon realizing that the obsessive and tyrannical king would attend the meeting. When King Corean Shuia Eckrett, the Usurper, became the youngest king in history, he shredded his sheep’s cloth. He was never as tame as his face looks. The empire called him the rose of the continent with his astounding golden eyes and wavy chocolate hair that could launch a thousand warships. But behind those façade, he was a crazy beast. The retainers whispered their nickname for him, he was secretly known as the mad king. Though he did not harm his subjects, Rowan and Keiran could not forget how King Corean killed Queen Victoria’s only sister, Sabina, without remorse.