Greed King Novels & Stories

he replied, bowing his head deeply as I walked past him. As we drove through the quiet night, the stillness of the air matched the emptiness in my mind. My thoughts replayed the events that had led me here. I had once been the late Lycan King’s beta—respected, praised, given riches, wealth, and women. It was everything I had ever wanted, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I craved more. I was greedy. And that’s when it all started. I began stealing from the late king. The pack’s resources found their way into my pockets. It went on for years until, one unfortunate day, the king summoned me to his throne room. I could still recall his cold, calculating stare as he scolded me.

he warns. I just nod. He is still in a bad mood. In fact, since we left Duran, he’s been in this mood forever. We climb into the fish port, but unlike Duran and Pitchford, this place is a pigsty. So much for having the largest library, I just hope that the inner part of the Kingdom is clean. “Welcome King Eugene Theo Pitchford,” a muscular man with short black hair greets us. “I am Shu Orttenburg. Second in line to the new King, King Seth Raiya of Orttenburg.”

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.

I said in a defensive voice and he arched a brow, taken aback for a moment. “Haven't you been listening?” He asked in a serious voice, “The reward is even appealing to father! Your father! Our father!!," His voice boomed, "and you talk of a people who are only united because we have a King and like us because we are royalty?” He asked in annoyance, his brows creased as he stared at me, “Greed has a way of changing hearts, Richard. You should know that.” he sighed. “I’ll go and see how to get father down here without having to inform him of your return, else I will attract attention.” He informed me,

Possession drips from his tone. Greed coils around every word like smoke. Of course. That’s what he always wanted… more power, more control. “ Shut up bastard! Our king is alive—” “ Alive? I doubt. If he can’t save his own people… he is better off dead. From now on I am your king and whosoever goes against me… is dead.” A few brave men surge forward , a last flicker of hope and in the next second their heads roll, blood soaking the soil.

Those fragments that so much resembled gold. "If you hate the idea of taking over, don’t take over. If you don’t want to come back, don’t come back. If you hate your father, send him to shit" he said naturally, so naturally that I wondered if it was not Beelzebub who wanted to send the current king of hell - shit. " We are demons, they expect nothing from us and honestly... who cares?" My mouth opened and for a moment I felt something was missing, but did not know what to answer.

He grits out, "It's better than what we had with you." "How could you let your greed cloud your judgment the way it did?" I question, stepping closer to him. "You had a wonderful thing going on and you ruined everything. You don't care about the other Nocturns. You only care about yourself. How can you think you're worthy to lead with this mentality? Why do you even care about being king when you don't give a shit about anyone else?"

Adrian said with a dangerous voice before flying off towards his castle. "You know, you'd think I would be that possessive with me being the king of Greed and all, but it seems they have switched our sin." Micah stated, receiving a middle finger from Adrian who disappeared more and more. "Shall I try some lust?" He asked loudly. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me but it sounded more like a shiver.

And it's true, Veto is the living proof of that. I witnessed him turning from a loyal and humble dog to a greedy and sly fox. I had saw it with my own two eyes how he had killed the King Lycaon. How his eyes were filled of greed, envy and hatred as he strike the late king with his swords and how his mouth moves upward when he saw King Lycaon bleeding in his feet. That's how people can easily change the moment they give in to their greed. The Gods are right. Greed is power.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.