Got Who Is The Mad King Novels & Stories

“What did you just say, sir?” “His mother is Lydia Alroy, the youngest daughter of Mad King. The berserk blood flowed in Mad King, Lydia, and Tyr’s bodies. Did you know why he was called the Mad King? This is the reason.” Beggar King sighed. “The day has come. There is no evading the issue, no matter how many sacrifices Mad King made over the years. “The berserk blood is found even in the bodies of Tyr’s offspring. Tyr has to go to Imperial Capital City and meet Mad King.”

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

MAD What a complete fuckwit! I might have underestimated Valentine’s capability. He was cunning— a con man. He definitely knew how to play the longest game. He just fooled the King and everyone before my eyes. While the King’s expression was unreadable all the time, he might have believed everything his son had said.

He had a grand castle in Eastern Europe, and many packs were submitted to him because he was just and wise. Weird, huh? The Alpha King lived a long life and ruled for nearly two centuries. Then, his own descendants, who craved power, overthrew him. No one knows where King Max went after fleeing for his life. But in recent decades, he has started to resurface. He hunted down the descendants who had betrayed him and then vanished again. King Max appeared randomly, visiting packs and wiping them out. Folks began calling him the Mad King. To this day, no one knows if he is still alive. Or if the threat is actually rogue wolves creating chaos.

I chuckled at his funny face. "There ARE later ones," Scarlett shook her head, "But Taran is definitely on the late side. He is definitely not stronger than the mad king I knew, but his mind is special." "How so?" I asked. "Most of the human parts of the mad king are grumpy and gloomy themselves. You can imagine a kid suffering from headaches all his life and arguing with his own wolf would do that to a mind." Scarlett explained, "That was why I suspected Stone to be the mad king before I knew Taran is. But you are sunny and calm, the opposite of the mad king. I have never heard of anything like this before."

Markous declared his voice reclaiming it's strength. "Right here your highness." A man who stood out among the group of nobles took a step forward. He was one of the most powerful nobles who in fact rivaled the king himself in wealth and strength. He was Brock Telendale. Technically the king's father in law.

So, what happened to Oliver? "Who is the present king?" I asked him. "The current king is someone named Oliver Hamilton," he said, leaving us all shocked. As I stood there in disbelief, I couldn't help but take a step back. Did I hear it right? Did he really say Oliver? My mind was racing as I tried to process the information. How could my own brother become a mafia king? There must be some mistake. Maggie, who was with me, seemed equally shocked. She asked the person who had just spoken, "Are you sure about this?"

“If you support the prince, Boyd Ashton, raise your hand. If you still stand for Leo Ashton—the Alpha King—then keep your hands down.” The pause stretched like the edge of a blade. Eyes darted. Hands twitched. Murmurs grew louder. And then— “Nonsense,” Boyd snapped. “Empty threats from a glorified bodyguard. I’ll show you all what I mean.” He gave a sharp signal. Two of his guards stepped forward. “Bring the mad king,” Boyd ordered. “Let them see what their Alpha has become.” But before the guards could reach the doors— BOOM. They were thrown open with such force that the entire hall shook.

Right now, his reputation was in shambles and it was not her fault. He had done that to himself. Just as Rojan had reported, tales of a mad king had traveled far and wide. During his rare moments of reflection down here, he had heard his household staff whisper in hushed tones. One had said, "Our king has gone mad; he attacks anyone within his sight." "I hear his wolf has gone rabid, a virus that attacks the brain and makes you thirsty for blood," another replied. "He wants to eat our flesh and drink our blood. A cannibalistic parasite, like the vampires that feed on blood and the rotting ghouls that consume flesh," a different one said.