I Am The King Novels & Stories

“A vow has already been taken. And I promise to provide proof of the bond's authenticity.” “That is unacceptable!” Elder Darian barked. My head snapped toward him. Fury flashed hot in my veins, lighting my eyes with a warning glow I didn’t bother hiding. “Are you calling me a liar?” I asked, each word dripping with danger. He paled instantly. “N-no, Your Majesty,” he stammered, bowing so quickly his hood nearly slipped off. I exhaled sharply, turning back to the whole assembly. “I am the king,” I declared, my voice rising with the authority the title demanded. “And this is my decision.”

Close enough that my lips nearly brush his jaw. “If you want to parade me around as your mate… if you want to claim me publicly…” I whisper, my voice growing steadier and sharper, "Then be prepared to make yourself my queen.” The word lands between us like a thrown blade. “Because I already told you, Kei,” I finish softly, my eyes locked on his, “I am king.”

Oh god lord help me, I sound like my own mother! “Yes ma’am.” Koa sounded defeated. The King was silent, just standing there staring at me. “Do you understand?!” I repeated myself directly to him this time. “I am the King. I take orders from no one!” He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders at me.

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

One of them even stepped dangerously closer to the King, his sword gripped tightly, and the blade raised higher and higher. The King was startled, yet terrified, compelled to watch the sword inch closer. Suddenly, the men halted upon hearing cries of agony coming from outside—someone was interfering with their mission to end the life of the King. They quickly dispersed, leaving behind a single man in the chamber with the King. "You worthless rebel! You shall pay for your attempt on my life!!" screamed the King, his voice trembling, "because I am, I AM THE KING OF ALMARIO!" Determined to leave a lasting impression even in his last moments, he wanted the world t

"We celebrate the return of our king and his mate our queen, by the power vested in me I hereby proclaim Axel Alamander our king and Lianna Redwoods our queen." The cheer continued with series of chants that shouted " long live the king." I felt so happy and so fulfilled. This is it, this is the life I was created to live not the one of hardship, worries and constantly being on the run and I will make sure that no one has to go through all of that.

He didn't sound his normal self, his voice was like that of a defeated man, Madam Pudges thought. “Yes my king, I know who you are." She gave an answer to his question. “And who am I?" “You are my king, the king of Grenalia and the only true king and ruler of the human race. The savior of men from the hands of the crawl breasts that walks the earth in the form of wolves and the one who watches and protects his people just as a mother hawk watches over her youngs from up in the sky.." She replied, dishing out praises to him in the process to uplift his spirit.

And yet… none of them mattered compared to the one who would soon walk through those doors. “Tonight…” I began, my voice resonating through the hall like velvet thunder. “Tonight marks more than just a celebration.” I paused, letting the silence hang for a heartbeat. “For years, I have ruled as Alpha of this Kingdom, upholding the ancient laws and protecting our people. I have led wars, forged peace, and carried the weight of a throne passed down through blood and bone. But a King,” I said slowly, “is not whole… without his Queen.” Eyes widened. The whispers began.

the King sighed, not quite following my intention yet. I shifted my weight to the balls of my heels and back. Then, I cleared my throat. “King Zavan,” was all I said. The King glanced at me, waiting for me to continue. I simply looked at him, waiting for the realization to land. When it did, his expression steeled. “No.” “There is no ‘no’,” I said. “I may be able to heal everyone. I brought you back from near-death with my powers.” “You mean to descend into that cesspool?” The King rubbed his face.

King's Weibo quickly caused a wave of excitement. All the keyboard men who insulted An Taotao were instantly hit in the face that they thought they were completely stupid. Who is Mr. King? That is the overlord of a city, the first person in the world’s rich list. Not only is he rich, but also impeccable in appearance. He is the object of all women's fantasy, but his gloomy and fierce character keeps women from stepping back. They always thought that such a big guy would kick An Taotao off.