Hero King Novels & Stories

"Look at me, J. Not at it. At me. You're going to a doctor in eleven minutes and you're going to be so annoying about this bullet for the rest of your life that Darius is going to wish it'd hit him. You're getting your cake. Stay with my voice. What kind of frosting." "Buttercream," Little J whispered. "Not the, not the whipped stuff, that's, that's for weddings -" "Buttercream," I agreed. "Stay awake and it's yours. Fall asleep and I eat it. Those are the rules." The kid laughed, or tried to, a wet awful sound, but his eyes stayed open, and they stayed on me, and Malik, one hand still fisted in my shirt, kneeling over all three of us in a thousand-dollar suit with two men's blood on it, the

I felt Athena pressing closer to the surface of my consciousness as we approached. ‘Justice today,’ she growled, her anticipation a hot coal in my chest. ‘Blood for blood.’ The herald's staff struck the floor three times, the sound echoing through the vast chamber beyond. "His Royal Majesty, Alpha King Lukas Volkov, and Her Royal Majesty, Luna Queen Amelia Volkov."

“Please go ahead. Feeling your hands on me makes the pain worth it.” I almost rolled my eyes, torn between wanting to kiss him and smack him. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath, but the small, tender warmth that spread through my chest betrayed me. Who would even believe this was the same dreaded Alpha King who had conquered twenty-seven Packs in the last five years? The same man whose name alone could send entire armies trembling? He was known as the God of War, the undefeated conqueror— a man whose very presence could make lesser wolves bow in submission. His intelligence, his ruthlessness, had built his Pack into the strongest and most prosperous in the world.

The man looked like he was ready for war, raising one large, half-shifted claw high above his head where he had mounted his royal horse. “Soldiers of the mountain city! Attack! Fight! Take no prisoners! Fight till you die!” Hector thundered his eyes blazing in a way that sent shivers down my spine, the force of his command making the troops salute smartly on their horses, over a hundred hands slapping the tin-shielded cones of their temples. “For honor! For the king!” They screamed, pumping their swords passionately, the same fire that was in the King’s eyes lighting up in theirs with a vengeance.

a blonde guy spoke up, reaching for the bread plate. “Maxim! Don’t disrespect your king,” the soft spoken lady- must be the female hybrid sibling, scolded causing him to retract his hand. “For royal sake, the king must do something about this. He hasn’t said a word or given any orders to find this hybrid killer. Did he tell you something, Prince Leo? You are his friend after all.” Lady Viktoria asked a white-haired guy.

he said, glaring at King. "Kane... You are being chased by an underground organization," King calmly explained. "They have a hacker, and if that hacker happens to trace us here, we're both dead." "Aren't you their Cabecilla? Why are you opposing your own organization?" That was what he couldn't understand. It seemed like he wasn't the only one who needed to hide, but both of them did. Those bruises... It wasn't like his subordinates would just let him get beaten up like that. Unless-they were the ones who inflicted those bruises, or someone higher up had, and no one had enough authority to protect their Cabecilla.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

"It is why I should learn to defend myself." He crossed his arms over his chest. "My beloved," his voice softened, "every man must depend on another." "Who do you depend on?" Her eyes were searching his face for something. Anything. "No one." Why should he depend on others, when he possessed the greatest power in the country? "I am king. My country depends on me. I am the exception to that rule." She grimaced at his words, a reaction that made him chuckle. Then, "In time, you will choose your greatest weapon."

The king asked as he peered at the man before him. No longer looking old with those white hair on his head,Conan whose real name is Hugo was now looking like a man in his early forties as he sat there "I am still so healthy and strong to be in your service,I owe you my life and wish to serve you to my last days" The king nodded with a profound smile "you have been paying for that over the years,you did a great job when you left Hagrid years ago,it's been long,I'd love for you to rest and bore more children with your wife,"

I wouldn’t let any of them down. The doors to the hall loomed ahead of me, the murmur of voices just beyond them. I straightened my back, set my jaw, and prepared myself for the battle ahead. This wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about our future, a future they could no longer control. They might have tried to strip me of my power, but today, they would see that I was more than just a king—I was a father, a mate, and a leader who would stop at nothing to protect those he loved.