Harry Potter King Of England Fanfic Novels & Stories

"He is coming from London. Being the King of England, he had to get some stuff handled before he came, she said, and I looked at her with wide eyes. "Holy shit, bitch you never told me your brother was the King of England," I told her, and she just shrugged it off. I didn't think it was important honestly. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. We spent the rest of the day hanging out together. Before I knew it, it was nighttime, and I was in bed. Xavier came in and snuggled beside me. I had been so busy thinking of the plan to save everyone that I forgot my mate.

Even if they had good intentions. "I'm confused. A ward?" Camille was choosing ignorance when the truth had already burned into her mind. She was willing to give me that—the benefit of the doubt. "Yes," The Lycan king replied, staring at my door. For a split second, it felt like he could see me peeping. "I thought you said Ophelia was your friend." "Of course she is," Camille's voice faltered. "Then why is she trying to keep you out?" The Lycan king asked.

King Roderick's lips curled into a devilish smirk as he replied, "Indeed, it's true." The council members exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to proceed with such a shocking revelation. 2 MEMBER: "You can't do that, that's against the law, my king." With an air of authority, King Roderick retorted, "I am the law, and she is my love interest." The council was taken aback by his boldness, struggling to comprehend the depths of his feelings for the commoner. "But, my king, we were informed that you would be engaged with Princess Salena of Valeria. What suddenly changed your mind?" another member inquired.

Age 17 It had been a couple of days since Maddie had stormed out. Maddie had been the only one who had gotten upset over the engagement. Others had been so excited they wished her and the King luck. Boy, I love how this Citidal lies. Making it look like they like they are super excited. The King clutched her arm around his, he looked at her with alittle worry on his face. "Ma petite, you are quite is everything ok?"

I thought, but I just stood there, happy and confused, happy cause this meant the woman was mine, and confused cause I didn’t plan this, I didn’t see this coming, neither did I know what responsibilities I was to fulfill. Am I going to become the next alpha king? Would I have to be married before the year runs out? Would the princess come live with me in Ravenclaw? Or would we go back to her town since she’s more ranked than I do? And most importantly, could I have a bite of that brisket now? Lots of thoughts ran through my mind as everyone began to celebrate and jubilation, it was as though I brought Ravenclaw a golden goddess that’ll be laying golden eggs, but if only I knew what I had jus

I want to ignore this dream since it's not about me, but it keeps on coming whenever I close my eyes. The dream seemed more like a memory than a dream; I guess it's one of my mother's memories before she met my father. If this dream tells the truth, it means that the queen Sophie is not the king's real mate. King Edmund also has another older son besides Liam, and if this was also there, Liam wouldn't be the rightful future alpha king.

“Siobhanny wouldn’t be so foolish. She knows that she’s the only bitch in this house.” I gaped at my shy, softly spoken angel who looked anything but either of those things right now. Remind me never to get on the wrong side of Mr Protective Angel. Jeremy bounced on his toes in fighting stance, weaving to the dark harmonies of the heavy metal. “I told you that you were corrupting me. Please let me fight! I can school her.” The corners of King’s mouth tsorceresed. “Of course you could. In the Lords, there’s no doubt that they allowed their pampered soon to be king to take part in brutal fisticuffs.”

Her palm rested against her stomach with deliberate grace. Tears welled in his eyes. “Seraphina… pregnant? And a princess?” His thoughts raced, disbelief clawing at him. I thought she was Zara’s sister… She turned to King Harry. “Father, this is the man I told you about. The one who joined my sister in betraying me.” “I know, my dear,” Harry replied evenly. “He gave his name as soon as he was dragged in.” His gaze hardened. “And I see he’s still bold enough to insult you.” He flicked his fingers toward the guards. “Behead him.”

“Hey, boo.” “Well, well, well,” his voice came through the speaker, dripping with mischief. “If it isn’t my favorite girl in the world. Tell me, how is your job going?” I groaned, already knowing where this was going. “It is boring.” “Right. And I’m the King of England." He scoffed, disbelief dripping in his voice. "Arya, babe, you are living with Lucas Griffin. You expect me to believe that nothing is happening? Spill already.”

He yells. “How dare you! Harry is ten times the man you are and I wouldn’t marry you if we were the last two people on earth! Get it through your thick skull. I don’t want you. I don’t care about your family or mine. I don’t want more power, I don’t want to pop out endless little Witch babies for you and there is NOTHING you can do to change my mind. Now get OUT before I am forced to call the authorities!” It takes every bit of power I have not to shove him. Harry delivers the final blow when he pulls me close, leans down and gently presses his lips to mine. I swear I nearly pass out on the spot and I feel a rush of his magic surging through me. He pulls back.