Grasp Of The King Novels & Stories

I asked Grace who shook her head in confusion. “King Alexander and father have their conflicts especially after the werewolves got the throne of King Midas, he wanted to have the human kingdom’s throne, he believed that he could increase the size of the border of his kingdom gaining more power and strength out of the humans, especially if he turned them, then he would’ve been able to have the higher number of people in his population” Grace explained and I nodded, the whole ballroom froze and stopped any sound they were making when King Ned let out a growl that had the vampire king take a step back, especially when he found his grandson in his face against him, along side the werewolves.

After the torture from the king, I had to continue washing the feet of all alphas in the army. I can feel that the damage inside is gradually recovering. If I don't do it fast, I'm afraid their know I have this unique ability. It's a talisman so that I can escape later. Near the end of the day, I was happy in my heart. Guess I was close to resting until I reached for soft white feet in my hand. I'm stunned. No Alpha can have such beautiful elongated legs unless it's a girl. Needless to look up, I know that the one who came was Brucer. Her smell is not so strange to me. "Look, such unreasonableness." King David said impatiently.

Without hesitation, the king began to chant in response, his voice having a deep and commanding timbre. Alex saw his moment of advantage as the king was still trying to regain his stance and intensified his incantation, pouring his heart and soul into it. In one final surge of the exchange, Alex' incantation reached its zenith. Overwhelmed and defeated, the king fell to his knees, his power waning. Immediately after the king fell, the gathering dispersed in commotion. Alex stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, but a triumphant smile graced his lips.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

I have a way of getting whatever I want. ... [clearly. even if it is stupid things that you want] ... I ignore her once again. Heavy breaths leave my lips as I approach the Palace. The King’s Castle wasn’t hard to find. The minute I walked through the gates, I had gotten a clear sight of the King’s Palace. The King’s Palace stood like a great black sentinel on a massive cliff overlooking the entire Kingdom. I assume that if the Vampire King — King Darius — stood by his window, he will be able to see the people and what they were doing miles away.

"Not from Isla. From me. What does the Lycan King actually want from a half-wolf florist from Creston with a complicated child and no political value whatsoever?" He was quiet for long enough that I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. "You," he said simply. "That's the entirety of it. The bond isn't political and neither am I, not about this." He held my gaze. "I want the chance to prove that. Nothing more than that right now. Just the chance." The wall was cold under my palms. The morning was grey and quiet and somewhere inside the pack house my daughter was eating breakfast with Mira and probably conducting negotiations over the last piece of toast.

“I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.” Without further warning, he grabbed her wrist and bit into it. She screamed in pain before falling to her knees in front of him. My breathing accelerated, and I turned to look at Sienna. She was facedown like the other maids, but all of us were breathing rapidly—scared. I turned back to the scene and noticed that the maid had quieted down. Her shoulders were still moving, indicating she was alive. The king’s eyes, which had been closed in ecstasy, suddenly flew open… and locked with mine.

It's going great. Everyone is excited and Thursday is the day to vote for Homecoming King & Queen. I'm saying that a lot to everyone I see. Not mention my name. I wouldn't do that. Besides I really want McKenzie Gordon to win. "Get out of the car. You're staring plainly to the void." King shakes me. "Yeah. Sorry. Let's go." I kiss him out of the blue "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..." "It's okay." He grins and get out of the vehicle.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.