Greed King Novels & Stories

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.

indeed king Lerumo was a just and fair king, his subjects were happy with his ruling which is why it was difficult for him to hear that people were after his throne. “Greed my king, greed is the cause” said the chief priest however his words were not comforting to the king, moreover he didn’t understand what the greed he was talking about was for when he shared the kingdom’s riches with his people. What more could they want, what more could he possibly give for them to be satisfied?

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

There, sat a man in a jester outfit, his leg crossed over the other, both of his forearms rested on the armrest and his eyes lazily looked at her own, his lips now stretching wide, flashing her his toothy smile, "Hello." "Joker?" It frowned again, "Seriously? You don't know me?" Emily shook her head in disappointment, "Not really, no." The embarrassment she felt for the man in a jester outfit enhanced the flushing of her cheeks and the reddening of her ears. "I am Grim, the king of the dead." She felt her ears perk as he introduced himself, "Why are you here?" His mouth widened, happiness evident on his face. He leaned slightly forward and pointed his index finger at her. "Ha!" He paused his

Everything about this room screamed domination. And seated behind the desk, a king without mercy…. Vincenzo De Luca. Thirty-two. Italian American blood. Asian stock mogul by name, underworld emperor by nature. His tailored charcoal suit hugged a body carved from discipline, not vanity. Broad shoulders, razor-cut jaw, light-olive skin that glowed under low light. But it was his eyes; golden-brown, unreadable, predatory; that held the world hostage. He didn’t run a business. He ran a damn kingdom, banks, brothels, borders. Politicians bowed. Rivals vanished. He trusted no one, not even his own shadow.

Every gaze fixed on me, Garrick’s eyes flashing with irritation. “Garrick here,” I began, “is a man of words. But words are all he has. Behind the words is greed, theft, betrayal. He has stolen from me, and he plans to steal from every single one of you, to crown himself the richest among us. I’ll show you how.”

Samael, the king of wrath, was ranting. “The last time I saw him on the battlefield, he said big brother can’t find this place, that we’re truly saved from his demonic claws. He even called big brother all sorts of terrible names and nothing happened to him, no thunder or divine retribution or any signs of punishment. I think it’s high time we stop fooling ourselves, big brother was killed in that great war, that’s why we didn’t hear anything from him… let’s stop this meaningless worship and eat to our fill, modus is currently in the human world enjoying the chaos… it’s time to sprinkle greed into the hearts of the humans again, I can’t wait to start planting greed into those little men “a g

" king Edward ,I can explain I never wished you bad where is all this coming from please just try and understand me I beg of you " " Hmm you are right you know ,let's look at it this way if you succeed in killing me you will become the next king of Atlantis so you wanted it to look like an accident by delivery the goat to the loins for slaughter ,but unfortunately the reverse was the case " " At this time he couldn't defend him self any more he fell down on his knees " " Please my son forgive me I was driven by greed and quest to get the Throne " " You forgot that am not someone you can mess with "

I noticed how the guards looked at her , how that bastard looked at her. He indeed is a wicked man – King Alexander , a man who killed his own father to sit on the thrown. His been conquering every other kingdom around him and us – he gains more and more power each day. I always found it suspicious why he did not raid our Kingdom , while conquering our neighboring kingdoms – allies and enemies. I found it weird why he wanted to have supper with us , I had thought it was a trap – it still is a trap , but oh the price is much more valuable than our kingdoms power.