Hidden Monarch Novels & Stories

It was the perfect cure. But it was also a Lycan national treasure. "It grows in the Lycan Royal Sanctuary," Martha continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she paced around. " In the Obsidian Palace. They say King Darius keeps it alive with his own blood." "King Darius," I repeated, the name tasting like ash. The Monster of the North. The Lycan King who executed half of his council simply because they bored him. His territory was a fortress. No one had ever broken in and lived to tell the tale. No one yet.

I'm sure the king is watching. ____________ Hello? - I say waiting for an answer, but nothing comes. I cross the room towards the windows overlooking the courtyard. Instead of looking at another beautiful garden, I'm surprised to find that the window doesn't look out onto the outside of the palace, but onto an enormous white hall several floors below me. A running track runs around the outside of the hall. In the center, a strange mechanism spins all around, like a top with open arms. Men and women, all of uniform, line up to try to dodge the machine, which spins faster and faster. As time passes, only two remain standing. Both are fast; roll on the floor and dodge with grace and speed. The

But that doesn’t mean he has control over his basic urges. And last, his stride, always so confident and a tad bit too arrogant, had so much to do with that power. Not the one he showed the world, the one he hid carefully. It made me wonder how much more they would really fear him if they knew what he was capable of. What he was truly capable of. I hide the tremble in my hands, the feel of his monster, so close. The heat from him simmering under his host’s body and seeping into mine, like a slow poison.

Yes, it was me," Henry replied. "I thought it was Simon. I misunderstood you." "That's not a big deal." "And the issue with the keyboard warriors and Dr. Charles, you were behind fixing that too, right?" "Yes." "But how do you have such capable people to do all this?" Lydia asked. "Because I'm quite powerful. I'm actually the Master of Golden Liberty," Henry explained. "The Master of Golden Liberty?" Lydia scoffed. "Be serious. Do you know who the Master of Golden Liberty is? He's the legend among legends."

I commented, assuming he was curious about the child, and grinned slightly when he nodded. “Mister Hawkins is THE Vampire King but refuses to acknowledge the title because of the way his father dismissed his mother. He's been in hiding for centuries, but he exposed himself to Nero and is afraid that the prince will go directly to the higher-ups and spill his secret,” he said regretfully, and I narrowed my eyes at him and chuckled sarcastically. “The Moon Council members would have already known who he is due to the Moon Goddess. She knows all,” I stated firmly and both he and Penny looked at each other baffled.

My mouth fell open in a continuous stream of moans and curses. “Listen to her,” Alex said, voice strained. “Taking two cocks like she was made for it.” Jake’s hand wrapped around my throat from behind, not squeezing hard, just holding. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be shared. To get fucked in both holes like our little whore.” “Yes…yes, fuck, harder.”

Sunlight streamed through the high stained-glass archways, casting long, crimson shadows across the polished black obsidian floor. At the far end of the grand hall, raised high atop a dais of dark carved stone, sat Malakor. He was entirely alone. The High King sat lounged upon the grand obsidian throne, his massive frame draped in black leather and silver-trimmed velvet. One elbow rested on the carved armrest, his chin propped against his fist as his luminous amber eyes fixed on her. The suffocating, predatory silence in the massive room was absolute.

Stephanie's rage filled the entire house. "Cancelled!" She slammed her clutch onto the hallway table so hard the vase rattled."The entire banquet, cancelled! The Crown Prince found his fated mate." Father caught her wrist before she could throw a plate. "Stephanie, sit down—" “He didn’t even want a mate,” Stephanie wailed, “Everybody knows that!” It was true. Kai focused on military efforts…which was the only reason their King hadn’t declared his younger son, Niko, as his heir. The King wasn’t overly fond of his first son, preferring his children from his second marriage.

Caspian The Crimson Cycle hits every Lycan male on the winter solstice. It is a biological curse. A fever in the blood that demands violence or a mate. Usually, I lock myself in the palace vaults and sweat it out. I suppress the beast. My twin brother, Octavian, always had a way of handling his cycle. He would line up willing females and spend a week destroying hotel rooms. But I am the King. I do not lose control like a common dog.

Across the academy, the system continued running flawlessly. Perfect again. Untouchable. But hidden deep within its layers A single truth remained. Someone had taken control. And walked away unseen. And now Everyone was looking for a ghost.