I Am The Monarch Novels & Stories

I open my mouth and burn Prince Ehlark alive while King Folwin screams, trying to get past my fire to his son. The Chancellor races in, going for Merellien, recognizing that he’s the one controlling me. I grab the chancellor by the throat and lift him off his feet, growling a low, menacing growl at him. “I may not be a royal, King Folwin. But, I understand that when someone overthrows a monarch, they take over that monarchy. That would make me a royal, wouldn’t it?” he asks, his tone full of snide derision. “What have you done?” King Folwin growls, the earth around us beginning to shake with his anger.

Rodri screams angrily as she intensifies her quick and furious attacks to hit Mac one of them, Rodri smiles happily and breathes comfortably while leaving Mac on fire and walking away In one of the distant forests in the kingdom of darkness, the atmosphere was lonely, and the sound of howling animals filled the forest, terrifying the heart of everyone who approached them. Semites seriously: Now we must communicate with them in any way we must implement the plan as soon as we can Harold will not tolerate any of us if he can catch any of us or them Island President: Calm down, Your Highness, first. We cannot move before the moonstone is brought, as it is the basis of the coronation, and with i

But that version of me— Was weaker. Not physically. Spiritually. He still doubted himself. Still struggled to see what he truly was. I didn’t anymore. My eyes opened slowly. I had access to my essence now. I understood my powers. I was connected to the sanctuary. Connected to Aella. Connected to myself. And most importantly— I was no longer just an heir desperately surviving impossible situations. I was a King. Not of one power. Two. The Monarch power stirred faintly beneath the suppressants, cold silver light flickering weakly through my veins.

With that, I will announce to the world that my visit to Hell Monarch Estate was so I could see Violet. "Step aside, and I will take Violet as my queen."

"Now tell me about yourself." I place the fork that I have in my hand gently down beside my plate and spread a napkin delicately across my lap. "There is not much to know about me, Your Highness," I begin. "I am nothing more than an Omega slave in the Royal Werewolf House." "We both know that is not true," King Lignum says playfully as he wiggles the moss that would be his eyebrows up and down at me. "You are not simply an Omega. You are a Queen."

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't call you that once we get to the main palace. This is Monaco, and you're betrothed to the first prince. We're not allowed to address you by your name, ma'am." My initial excitement about being here vanished in an instant. I raised my brows in surprise. "Is that some kind of rule?" The lady smiled and joined me on the bed. "Yes, ma'am. It's a rule. If I were to call you by your name, I could risk losing my job and face potential punishment." Oh... I nodded in understanding. I had never been part of a royal family governed by a monarchy. Born in New York and raised in Seattle, I knew little about royal life. All I could think about were the rules that lay ahead.

Prevent the awakening of something called the Void Beast—or die. I swallowed hard, forcing my breathing to steady, but the tremor in my hands refused to disappear. Thirteen years. Thirteen whole years of brutal training, unanswered questions, and mysterious dreams, and this was the explanation I received? I almost laughed from sheer disbelief. “The Four Crown Kings?” I repeated under my breath, hoping saying the words aloud would somehow make them less absurd. It had the opposite effect. Aunt Mira, who had remained silent until now, stiffened so noticeably that I immediately turned toward her. That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant.

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out over the vast, glittering expanse of New York, my dark hair held in its flawless, immaculate twist, my gray eyes reflecting the untouched horizon of my global reign. "Rivals are for those who share the board, Julian," I replied smoothly, my voice carrying the cold, absolute weight of an eternal monarch. "Now, we simply maintain the world."

"Your Majesty, Mr Windsor has stepped down as prime minister this morning. His Majesty is taking this opportunity to sort out the relationship between the government and the nobles and to re-establish the rules. There are many Windsor loyalists in the palace now, and His Majesty would like you to find them and kick them out. You are the Queen in our eyes, and that has not changed. You can exercise your right to let them know who is in charge here." "Okay, I get it." I gave him back the letter in my hand and stood on the steps looking at the familiar palace. I took a deep breath. I grew up here, but I didn't feel like a master until today." More and more servants gathered around the square. I