Hail To The King Novels & Stories

The man was to be announced king once we got this settled, however, I wanted him to be here for this announcement today. “ALL HAIL KING NIKLAUS AND QUEEN KIARA!” Mateo, one of my guards announced. The crowd bowed, and Aiden flew down to the balcony’s railing, looking down at the baby who was in Kiara’s arms. He softly nuzzled the baby’s belly before standing behind me, Kiara, and our baby. Wrapping his tail around our legs and looking at the crowd with us.

Yet, Queen Diana was no more now, leaving behind only memories and the precious gift of their child. "Hail, noble sire! Welcome home, our mighty and fearless king!" Inayat's words were infused with the warmth of joy, her bright honey eyes aglow with sweet delight. "May our gracious Lord Jesus smile upon your triumphant return, and bless our realm with your wise and just rule." Her full lips curved into a radiant smile, illuminating her entire countenance. "Your people bless you, our illustrious king!" The king's face creased into a warm smile as he gazed at his daughter. "Amen and Amen!" he declared.

The Viper clubhouse smelled like piss, smoke, and cheap whiskey. Floodlights buzzed overhead, throwing harsh shadows across the cracked concrete lot. About forty guys packed in, laughing too loud, shoving each other. Hazel stood next to King on a low wooden stage they’d dragged out. Her shoulders burned from the fresh ink, but she didn’t flinch. King raised his arms. “Listen up, you sorry fucks. This right here? She’s mine now. Hazel. My queen. Any of you even look at her wrong, I’ll carve your eyes out myself.”

Huge crystal chandeliers poured warm golden light over the room, and the long tables were piled with delicacies and strong liquor. I sat on the high throne, slowly swirling a glass of scarlet wine in my hand. I wore a dark red battle armor, my long hair tied up high, my face cold and devastatingly beautiful. Below the platform, Alphas and nobles from every pack lined up to offer me their highest respect. "The Wolf King of the West presents a pair of Millennial Herbs in celebration of Alpha Female Selene’s return." Just then, a commotion rose at the doors of the hall. "Let me in! I am Selene’s mate! Who dares to stop me?!"

King Hades seriously declared – making everyone gasp around them. She felt her legs wobble as she tried to contain herself. “What?” She silently whispered to herself. Leah could hear the controlled whispers, but the King’s announcement was echoing inside her head. “We wanted it intimate and done with the blessing of the moon – solemnly. So, respecting our decision is a glorious move for all of you and I hope that it wouldn’t be raised now. I don’t want to be questioned by my decision – our decision.” King Hades ruthlessly warned – making everyone shut their mouth.

Hectic. This was the atmosphere at Prince Marvelon's home. Ah, the prince title no longer suited him. King Marvelon was his right name now. His power had grown tremendously overnight. Last night the royal summoning woke me from my slumber. No doubt, it did the same to all the other merfolks on land. King Marvelon, the King of Kings, ruler over land and ocean, ordered a census of merfolks residing on land. Young and old got the order. Even the location of where to collect the royal documents lingered at the forefront of my mind.

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.

The King sighed. "Men, fathers and sons, taken by such a cruel and vile enemy to be used as living food supply tanks" King Stefan angrily soliloquized as his hands squeezed the hilt of his sword hanging by his side. King Stefan soliloquy was broken as the sound of the palace doors opening and Lord-Militia Harold walking in diverted the King's attention. "My lord and ruler of Grenalia, I bow before you" Harold said as he bowed before the King and raised his palm up in adoration of King Stefan who thought the gesture rather unusual.

It was beautiful. Drums fell silent. Voices froze. Faces paled. Hailey stood on the dais, crown in hand. And she saw me. Her hand trembled. I smiled. "Congratulations, my Queen," I said, bowing low with sarcasm dripping from my every syllable. "May your reign be long—or at least, memorable." Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“The submission deadline has passed, but the rules of this Summit allow for a 'Challenger’s Gambit' if the national seed fails to launch. I request to participate—not for the Pearl Group, but for the pride of the nation they just dragged through the dirt.” The room went silent. The judge looked at the drive, then at the leaderboard where our country sat in disgrace. “You have twenty minutes to reach the Top 5,” the judge said, his voice a challenge. “If you fail, you will be banned from this Summit for life. Do you accept it?” I looked at Gabriel, whose world was crumbling, and Anna, who was nothing more than a glass bead shattered on the floor. “I only need ten,” I replied.