Hail To The King Novels & Stories

I inquire, and he simply nods. Sigh, this happens every time I return to the palace. "Please excuse me, young master, and Sir Helios, but we have to leave before the people notice us," the knight said. I replied, "You're right," and mounted my steed. POV: third person Fast Forward People are throwing flowers at the second prince, who is now on his way to the palace. In appreciation for the second prince's safe return home and contribution to the Hail kingdom's victory, the king commanded and declared that there would be a banquet to welcome him.

I glance around and notice that a few are smiling at me while Rachael looks like she is about to start a fire with her eyes, looking over at a group of them. “Do you promise to ensure that your Knights take care of their lands justly. If they do not, do you promise to punish the Knights for their dishonor even taking land from those that do not deserve it.” “I do.” “Then you are ready. I hereby name you King Christopher Allen Murphy.” He places the crown on my head. “Rise, Your Majesty.” I stand up and every one kneels. “Long live the King! Long live the King!” Everyone shouts at once.

Tilly chimed in. Candy came out with an outfit as my door flew open again. Bette from last night stuck her head in, "You bitches better get a move on. Operation Cassia update, She is on the training field waiting to ambush the king, who is now shirtless and glistening sweat." then she was gone, and the door closed. I looked around the room. Then said, "Well, don't just stand there gawking. Candy hand me the clothes. Tandy, find me some jewelry to match this. Mandy, let us go with natural browns and see if I have a curling iron."

As King Silas and Queen Ayana gracefully walked on the platform in front of the hall, the high priest beckoned everyone to kneel before them. "Tonight under the gaze of our moon goddess, Diana, we are here to welcome the princess of the kingdom and the heir of the throne. All hail to the king!" the priest announced. "All hail to the king!" the white wolves who remained kneeling on the cold floor repeated as their heads were looking down. "All hail to the queen!" the priest continued as he raised his hands and lifted his head in the air. "All hail to the queen!" they seconded. "All hail to Princess Ariya!"

Nathan Swivels on his heels, beginning the long journey to the doors. "You forget who I am, old man," He growls, anger lacing his words. Nathan halts but doesn't bother to turn around. Calmly he says, his eyes still trained on the doors, "God made you King, David. And like Saul, he can take away your crown. No one is above the law."

I looked up. And I shouldn’t have—two reasons. First, he looked every bit the king he was, adorned with a golden vine-like crown that complemented his hair. I was so lost admiring him that I barely noticed I was crossing the courtesy line. Thanks to Diane’s elbow nudging me, I avoided adding “disrespecting the king” to my list of crimes.

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

King Mathias watched with narrowed eyes, his knuckles white against the railing. The fight raged on, a storm of steel, fang, and claw. Kael bled, but he did not falter. Each strike he delivered carried years of pain, rage, and defiance. Each roar was a declaration that he was not just the king’s cursed son, but his own force of destiny. The crowd was wild now. Cheers and jeers blended into a chaotic symphony. Some cried out for Kael’s death, others for his triumph. The kingdom was split, its loyalty torn in two.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

Tapped it twice. "This is King."