I Am The King Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Help me fetch water for the King.” I followed her immediately, my head spinning. The King? “Why did you call him that? Why are you all acting strange? Is this a prank?” I asked all questions at the same time. The lady stopped and turned to me. Her face dead serious. "He is Alpha Alaric, the King of Blackwood. Everyone knows the King, who are you to speak of him so rudely?" The name hit me like a punch. “The Tyrant King?” My mouth became dry.

In all this mess she totally forgot about the crown. "It was yours?!" She asked shocked. "Yes" He said. He doesn't knows what is there to be shocked about. "B-but the crown looked like it belong to some powerful king. How is it related with you-" She stopped in middle has realisation dawned upon her. "I am the King. The King of supernaturals." He said. His tone had no hint of arrogance or even pride. It was like he was just stating a common fact. For him it might be nothing unusual but for Thea it was a whole different thing.

My power. “Not now,” I replied, letting the grin grow wider as I took in the sight of my flourishing business. My kingdom. My playground. My trap for men who thought they were untouchable. I turned slightly toward Jerry. “I just hope the senator is enjoying his time in the red room.” The moment I said it, a low, guttural laugh tore out of me—raw, amused, dark. I am Liam King. And one thing everyone should know about me?

I announced aloud with confidence surging through my voice. Doris smiled at me while the Reapers and the elders made happy shrieks, but Barron wore a frown on his face. “You seem to be the only sad person here.” Doris teased and everyone burst into laughter, which infuriated Barron more, but he couldn't say or do anything because of the Reapers. “One last time before I get crowned as the King.......” I paused, all eyes landed on me. “What is that?" The leader questioned. “I have chosen my queen and Doris is my queen. She would be the Luna when I become the King.” I uttered in a low and cold voice.

I am from America. “You are American.” He says. “Yes, I am. And I am more than that. I am the son of the American king. I am THE king. The king over all kings.” I say, shifting back to my Lycan and Lucian growls. The rouge king looks at me, and his attitude changes momentarily before returning to how he first was. “This is a personal matter and not something a king need to use his time on.” The rouge says, and I laugh.

One maid in particular couldn’t pick that up and kept on chapping her mouth away. “Mr King,” she began again just when he thought she had her fill of speaking. “Please,” he raised his head and looked at the maid. She squirmed under his gaze. So, she wasn’t as comfortable as she was trying to let on. He simply smiled instead of telling her to shut up. “Call me Kane, all of you. Mr King is a name reserved for my father, especially inside these walls.” The woman, Lisa as he recalled, visibly regained her confidence, looking all to happy to accept his request. “Kane,” she tested the name on her lips, making no effort to hide the blush that surfaced. “I have a small request to make of you.”

I was the King's Alpha though, so only the King himself could use the Alpha command on me. I was taken aback by her bold declaration of rules, although I wasn't surprised after the list of rules we had to even enter the pack. Was she stupid enough to think the King would so openly start a war? No, he would be far more subtle about it. Maybe she thought I didn't know how to be diplomatic, even though it was my job. The three years of isolation of the pack probably clouded their knowledge of my role. They saw the King's demands to inspect the pack as a threat and were putting on a show to avoid biting off more than they could chew. I bowed deeply throwing one hand in the air. It was prob

Irene did not respond politely: "Are you talking to yourself? The king even wanted to listen to him rather than make his own decisions. This makes a lot of people feel really uncomfortable, Duke." Marcus shook his head in disinterest. "What I achieved and persuaded the king was not words, but actions. Those who rely solely on themselves have little blood relation and have complete control over the merits of others. Are they worthy?" “How could you say -” ‘knock knock knock!” At that moment, there was a loud knock on the door outside. "Come in." The young man who had led Irene in before announced: "My lord, the soldiers had a bit of a hard time getting the man into the cage. They want your he

I called out and stopped walking. “You’re not ready son,” he said to me and I looked around in disbelief. “I’m ready!” I yelled at him. “You’re not, Lucas. Look at yourself,” his voice said. “You’re not my father,” I said and took a step forward as his image dissolved in front of me. “Lucas,” the other voice called again. “I’m coming beast,” I said and I heard a chuckle. “Hurry up halfling, I don’t have all day,” he said to me.

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w