If I Were A King Novels & Stories

“Is this not tyranny?!” No one answered her. Not a single word. Not a single soul moved to her side. The silence was louder than anything she could have said. I looked at her. Really looked at her. And for a brief second, there was something almost like boredom in my eyes. “I am the king,” I said flatly. The words didn’t need force… They carried their own weight. “Do you understand what that means?” Margaret opened her mouth…and closed it again. Because she did.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

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 to remember that he was the one t

“I will wear a burlap sack from now on to ward you off.” “That would be interesting. I am going to wear it with you and then we can have sex inside it,” said a proud and a cheeky and an arrogant king who was satisfied and feeling on top of the world. --- Please leave your reviews and comments for the story. It makes my day!

the king declarations as he starts eating and drinking. "Whatever." I angrily get up from where I'm seated to leave. "Call the maids to wipe all this mess." the king orders. "Your wish is my command, my kind." I sarcastically bow and I leave immediately. The maids rush in. "Wipe all this mess and prepare a room for me. I want to sleep in the best room in this palace has. I don't care who it may belong to. I want it." he says cruelly like the self-centred man that he is.

“And coming in with hickies all over you like a lovesick pup. You are a king! Not a teenager!” I let out a growl before taking a menacing step towards my mother. “Once again mother, you seem to forget that I am the king and I refused to be lectured by my mother about my life choices.”I took another step towards her. “I will do whatever the fuck I want with my mate whenever and however I want. If I am late to a fucking meeting.

he responded, flexing his fingers effortlessly. Turning to the crowd, I mused aloud, “Imagine, if I record the king’s name into my database now, at his age of 30. What if, in a decade, when he is 40, I use his ‘name’ while he is still 30 to reconstruct his body? What will happen?” The king, who had been watching intently, suddenly stood up, realization dawning in his eyes, “That means, we can be immortal!”

Guard Victor frantically shook his head, "No, your majesty. You're the best king in the world. Every other being in this world needs to serve as your rug," "Is that what you really think?" The king squatted in front of the guard. "Yes, I really think so," he answered quickly. "You know, not everyone is worthy to be my rug. Many in this world including you..." the king lifted the guard's chin with his index finger before continuing his words, "are trash," "Yes, my king," the guard knew better not to argue with this mad king. Whatever he said and did was the right thing. King Kyle straightened his body and levitated, "I haven't massacred people in a long time. Some rats from a small shack actu

But a summons from the King was a summons from fate. I stood, the weariness of a thousand years settling into my bones. I was the Crown Prince, marked by destiny from birth, but I refused the crown. I would never be King. The thought of ruling, of being mired in the frivolous, mundane squabbles of modern politics, was a fate worse than death. I’d seen empires rise and fall. I’d watched mankind claw its way from the mud, only to build new, more elaborate cages for itself, lit by screens and governed by fools. None of it was worth the price of my freedom.