Hidden Monarch Novels & Stories

How is it that the guy who is dating my mate possesses so much more power than I do? Even the council members lack his level of vitality. I am aware that the monarch is rumored to be a Lycan. Lycans are a subspecies of wolves. However, that gentleman is not a Lycan. He does not smell like a wolf. He has a more human scent and walks with such confidence. Why was I coerced into submission? The King is a centuries-old man. That gentleman appears to be my age. As a result, he is not a king. However, who is he?

Dorian said. The hall sat in complete silence. "I was told something darker," Aurora said. The echo of Lucien's words in the lodge, the night everything changed. "Yes," Dorian said. "Considerably darker." "Who?" "Malachar," Dorian said. "King of the Hollow Realm. The first and oldest shadow sovereign. The being the divine order has been trying to erase from existence for six hundred years because his existence is the single most credible challenge to their authority that has ever drawn breath."

“I’ve never heard that once before. Does such a thing exist?” “It’s a relic. Just like the Moonlight Mirror,” Rey answered; his face looked bright, like Killian’s suggestion was the best idea we could do or have. “The Moon Heart is the late Queen Luna’s relic and has been hidden in one of the Royal Chambers. The good thing is, you and your husband can open the chamber using your blood. An Alpha mixed with someone who came from the royal bloodline.” “Then we must go,” Dominic said, looking at me with eagerness in his tone as he faced me. He was so close that he towered over me, and as he pulled me by my chin with his thumb, he asked me to stare into his eyes.

The further they read, the darker it grew. And then they reached him. King Malrek the Red Moon—the longest-ruling monarch in Lycan history. Seventy years of terror. He had refined the Mating Ceremony into the cruel performance it was now. According to the book, he believed true mates could only be found under duress—that only when stripped of everything, a girl’s soul would shine bright enough to draw the king’s bond. And that was when the tradition of the Obsidian Heart began. Aurora stared at the etching of Maeron. His eyes were hollow, mouth curved into a cold smirk. His hands were bloodied in the image, claws extended. The text beside him mentioned that he believed love was weakness. Tha

Anything about fractured ley chambers. Anything about Monarch separation. Marcus’s voice crackled over the internal comm from below. “We found reinforced alloy fifteen meters under the marble. This wasn’t Academy infrastructure.” Sol didn’t react outwardly. But his jaw tightened. “Keep digging,” he responded calmly. Upstairs, Pamela leaned over the scrolls. Her anger had cooled into something sharper. Focus. “What if this wasn’t built just to suppress?” she said slowly. “What if it was built to separate Monarchs specifically?” The Queen looked at the sigil of the entwined wolf and dragon.

However, I was sure that something needed to be done, if that mate wanted to claim her he might give up because of her pregnancy. "I'm not sure if I should tell you or not," Zilver hesitated before speaking further, his brow furrowed. "His name is Kaldir, he is the lycan king. The strongest of all.” Zilver's words were heavy with the weight of truth, and as they settled into the depths of my understanding. The revelation came with a mix of awe and apprehension as I knew the name was familiar.

Dad gave me a quick embrace and so did Pearl before I found myself stood in front of hundreds of people, children sat firmly on the shoulders of their parents to get a good look at me. “Your highnesses” the elders acknowledged with a bow and Damien only nodded in their direction before facing the crowd. “Black Moon” Damien's voice boomed over the clearing and the whispers died completely, the pack giving their Alpha their undivided attention. “Two decades, that's how long we thought the Goddess blessed line had ended. That's how long this Kingdom has gone without its royal line on the throne. That's how long the princess and heir to this Kingdom has been in hiding” he said, making most of th

‘Thinking about it puts a bitter taste in my mouth. ‘Alpha Hawke –‘ My mate spluttered. ‘You will regard me as His Majesty, Alpha Hawke the First.’ His eyes gleamed. ‘The first monarch of the era of the liberation of all wolves.’ ‘Do whatever you want –‘ He was fading away as I watched. ‘But my mate.’ His eyes went to the side and I turned again to watch myself struggle against a barrage of palace guards.

The whispers of dissent grow louder with each passing day, and I fear that if I don't find my son soon, the kingdom I love will be torn apart from within. In werewolf monarchies like Harvestia, the prolonged absence of my heir spells nothing but chaos. It's an age-old tradition, one that I've seen play out countless times in history. When the alpha leader's heir is missing, it's like opening a Pandora's box of power struggles and political maneuvering. Traditionally, the strongest contenders within the monarchy would seize the opportunity to vie for the vacant position. They'd abandon their duties, consumed by their ambition to claim the throne for themselves. It's a selfish cycle that negle

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.