Herb King Novels & Stories

"Your Majesty?" "The brook swells, the grasses grow greener, and the trees are not as bare." The king elaborated, his tone soft yet compelling. "It is a better sight. One worth beholding." Was that an invitation? Was the king inviting her back to the castle? To come see his secret place? She quickly looked away, utterly confused.

It was so unbelievable, but oh, Emeriel was so happy. “What are you smiling about?” her king asked, swiveling his head toward her. She extended the smile to him. “Something beautiful… for the future.” •••• TWO HUNDRED YEARS LATER GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI “What do I prepare for this visit, Your Grace?” the old healer asked patiently, her hands folded in front of her. King Daemonikai cleared his throat. “Your knowledge of medicinal herbs is extensive, is it not?” The old healer nodded proudly. “Yes, it is.”

He knew that his plan had worked perfectly and he would be hailed as a hero when he returned to Abasia. Jack had always been fascinated by the ancient texts and legends passed down from generation to generation in his kingdom. He had a particular interest in the healing properties of various herbs and plants that grew in the kingdom's forests. One day, while he was studying in the royal library, he came across an ancient tome that contained information about a rare herb that could wipe out people's most recent memories. Intrigued, he spent countless hours researching this herb, determined to find it. After many long months of searching and studying, he finally discovered the location of the

"Take it. You save my life. Without you, I'll be dead by now. You can still get more benefits from it even if you are already a warrior king." Severin was shocked because this was not an ordinary spiritual herb. It was a second-grade spiritual herb. The spiritual herb would do more good for Daphne if she consume it. Breaking through the next ranking would not be a problem at all. "You're giving me such a precious treasure?" Severin asked curiously and did not accept it.

Was he upset because she had called him a monster yesterday? "Milord." She called out. "Your training would be to pick the herbs from this field." He said, calmly. "Pick herbs?" Evie frowned at that and looked around the field to see many different leaves and flowers. How was she to know the difference between herbs and weed? "You dare pick a weed and you're going to be locked up in that room forever." He said. She shook her head, looking up to see him walking away. The King sure had mental problems.

These people didn’t even smell like common wolves, their power was obvious. “You belong to royalty?” I asked. “Yes.” What in the world?! Am I in trouble?… How did they even find me and what do they want with me? I looked down at my son, asleep peacefully in my arms. Last I remembered, I was a commoner and not in relation to any royal member. “What do you want?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. “Thé Alpha King has summoned his son.” The words hit me like a slap. Alpha King? His Son? Perhaps they were joking. I let out a small bitter laugh but their faces remained deadly serious.

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.

Killian cried weakly but Sara didn't look at him for a second. “What's the name of the herb, and how do I identify it?” Sara asked the doctor, who scribbled its diagram on a piece of paper. “It's called the King's herb, and it's exactly as drawn on the paper.” The doctor replied and Sara smiled. “No, Sara, you can't go,” Killian said as he tried to stand up from the bed he lay on. Sara smiled at him and hit his acupoint before he could dodge. “Sara…you…” Killian muttered before passing out slowly.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Once a permanent fixture on my head, now they only appear under the full moon. I was born to rule my kingdom. Now I wear my exile like a second skin I cannot shed. I raise my arms and close my eyes, letting the humid night settle around me. The wind lifts my hair, brushing gentle fingers across my skin. My muscles are taut, like springs pulled to their snapping point and ready to unleash the raw strength dwelling deep within. I am Darius, the Herd King, ruler of a realm lost to curse and rot. I’ve reigned over a kingdom, broken bones, bled and burned. But I’ve never wanted like this.