Got Who Is The Mad King Novels & Stories

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.

Princess Amethyst said to the Mad King. Even when she knows their father had only kept her away from the world only because he was expecting her mother the queen would give birth to a son one day, but her mother died and he had to marry another woman who later gave birth to two sons, The Mad King and the Giant prince Danes Killian. Axel was completely shocked, his parents had kept such a huge secret from the world. He didn't realize. And The mad king rose from the throne, his movements was with vicious resolves,

PIETRO’S POV . I’ve been tagged a lot of things; Beast, Reaper, Dark Prince, Killer, Monster, Psychopath, Murderer, Mad Prince, and several others. Personally, I think the term “Mad Prince” suits me best. Because only a madman can do the things I’ve done. But I’m a King now. “Mad King.” .

I spat out and he shook his head. "Did you do it so you could claim Heaven?" He ignored my words and asked. "You think we hated him? No, we were just scared of him. His actions were so dangerous because he's the Fucking moon King idiot, he's a Vampire and a wolf. He's a god and his monarchy was sacred whether you liked it or not. To every attitude he portrays, there is a bitter painful past!" He slammed heavily and I swallowed. "You think you've defeated him?" He laughed and I got really pissed. Why was he talking so highly of him as If he's the ancient of days? I'm tired of the rants, despite everything he possessed, I still conquered him so to hell with whatever attributes he might have po

So if you catch yourself thinking, “A werewolf would never do that.” Just remember— These wolves didn’t get the memo.

All the relatives sat at one table in the private room. Joanna held Greg's hand as she pushed the door open. "Let me introduce you all. This is my chosen brother, Greg Adams. He's the owner of a chain of fitness centers." The relatives' gazes were immediately drawn to the gold watch on Greg's wrist. "Oh, this young man is so energetic. He must be a successful person." My mother-in-law smiled so widely that the wrinkles on her face were obvious. She pulled Greg to the main seat. I sat silently in the corner. Nobody paid any attention to me.

"That was a nice history lesson. But what does all that have to do with me?" "The name of the king that ruled over Fadaka, do you know it?" I shook my head. "They never told us." Bamise smiled and leaned close to me. "His name was Oba Bejide Adelanwa."

Rail protested. "Now the palace is no longer controlled by the Mormon King, but prince Asmodeus!" "What?" shrieked Rail in surprise. "So this is what Ardina said last night?" thought Rail. "How come? Isn't the Mormon King in good health?" asked Rail, he missed the King of Mormons a bit. "Yes, prince Asmodeus succeeded the Mormon King after he died!" Again Rail was surprised by the words of one of the guards. "The Mormon King died?" Rail shouted even louder. His voice caught the attention of the passing inhabitants of hell. "How did he die?"

He smugly said, and mockingly looked at the Were Elder of the Dark Wood Pack – who was now clenching his jaw in annoyance because the tables were now turned briefly in just a matter of seconds. “Maybe, someone had sabotaged her, right? And the competition wouldn’t resume if this case isn’t solved yet. I don’t want to be addressed like an incompetent king. This is an order. So, whoever denies this, you make sure to end their life.” King Hades – with his most ruthless and merciless stoic voice – stated. With that, no one dared to say a single word. Everyone in the room kept their thoughts. No one ever tried to reason it out – for they knew how serious he was now.

She would understand that her father was not as powerful as he pretended to be. And then there were the guards. And the servants. And all those wide eyes and open mouths, drinking in every single detail of this moment like thirsty dogs at a water trough. If he backed down, word would spread. It would travel through every kingdom like wildfire. Malgron, the great king of Ironblood, the devil lycan beast, the almost-god, had been scared of the mad king. Had flinched. Had bowed his head. His reputation would never recover.