If I Were A King Novels & Stories

I suddenly felt weak in my knee as I struggled to seat back on my throne gripping it. "Are you alright?" Marek asked as he made a gesture to stand up and help me. "I'm fine, you haven't answered my question," I said with a grim voice. I am the alpha king and I was destined to rule this realm and to rule mean to share in my people's pain, sorrow, and happiness.

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?”

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.”

I never really understood what that statement meant until now. I couldn't be a King without subjects. We all had our purpose in life, no matter how small it was. We just had to accept our fate and strive to be better at who we were. That was how the world would be better. I was King. All eyes were on me. My vow was to be the best King I could be. I would set an example for not just the other Kings but regular merfolks. They all looked up to me. It was up to me to show them that nothing was impossible.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees with my hands clasped together. Sager paced restlessly inside me, behaving more animal than usual. "She means to hurt her," he growled. "We should’ve torn her throat when she dared to threaten Elda." I sat back down and ignored the rush of heat that stirred with the thought. That wasn’t who I was. Not anymore. Not ever since I became King. I was once the man no one dared talk back to. And I solved every human problem by eliminating it. But I was a King now. I had to discuss with a council before making any decision. I had to comply with the rules set before. I had to play politics.

I stepped to the front of my car to match them. They looked at me proudly and stepped towards me. I smirked secretly and prepared myself. "Long time no see, King." he said with a smile but the irritation could be seen in his tone. I felt sorry for him while my two hands were still in my pocket. And so he called me King is because that’s what everyone calls me. Because I am the recognized King of all Kings by all because of my fighting skills that no one can beat me, I am also the richest man in the world.

Everyone could call him their king, but I would rather gouge my eyes out than live another day and call him my king. I would not do that. Never. “I have made up my mind, Alden. I know you will try to convince me to stay, but the king is stubborn. He’s selfish and he only thinks of his likes and dislikes. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself,” I stated confidently.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

“That’s why you’ll bring order.” “Don’t give me that crap!” I snap. “It’s been like this since the very start of your reign! You’re a tyrant who lived only for his own whims, not giving a damn about his people,” I tell the king everything I think, since I’ve been given such a perfect chance. “Life flew by too fast,” the ruler mutters defensively. “I didn’t have time to put things in order…” I just roll my eyes in irritation. What an idiot.

“Why are you here?” “I am King Alexander, the werewolf king, and I am here to see the king." “Oh, it’s the werewolf king,” they mocked me. I hated this, but I couldn’t fight back. I couldn’t cause more problems for my people. I needed to set aside my ego. “Are you here for an appointment?” “No, but I must see the king," I insisted. They stared at me with hostility, as if they wished me harm. I wondered what the king’s reaction would be.