Im King Novels & Stories

Alpha Lineus frighteningly stated. “Well, then, find out who was behind that drug that had framed you up. That’s all that I’m ordering you.” His deep voice was low but sharp. It wasn’t the first time they had seen the king at this distance – but his aura was overwhelming them, and it was too much for them to bear. They couldn’t even raise their heads from bowing down. “And I am only giving you at least a month… if not…” He let out another darkened ominous grin – making them shiver down their spines.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

I say, but I keep close to Adam. “Oh, hardly any effort. A Privilege. We seldom see such beauty in the palace,” the King is crushing me with his eyes. “Thank you for allowing us back here,” Adam smiles. “Of course, after all, despite your demotion, you are still the next in line until I have a biological heir. My current batch of females has not yet fallen pregnant, but I do keep trying,” The King laughs as if using females for breeders is perfectly acceptable. “My demotion has caused me little inconvenience,” Adam smiles. “I have a strange feeling if I was still a Prince, Evie would have rejected me.”

- Ryan says, cold as ice. On the next day, Ryan gets out of the pack hospital, being held by Kevin, on the right and Mark, on the left, and goes to the office of his father, in the packhouse. On his way, all the people that he crosses bow, and someone calls him "My King". That filled his heart with love, not for the "King" title, but because that reminded him of his mom. All of that upsets him. He needs time to adjust to that "king" shit.

I spit, "especially in my case." He shakes his head. Unimpressed. "I do not make threats. Only statements." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He quirks a brow. The king. Suddenly, it's as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me. "The king," I gasp, eyes wide. "You're the king." Two months. Assassination. The ground slips from beneath me. How could I have forgotten?

He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed. "Leave us," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking. "I will be right outside the door, sire," Liran said. He and Kaelen backed out of the room, the heavy iron locks clicking into place, sealing the King with his shadow. ------- The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung open with a resounding echo. Arthur exhaled once. And became the King again He walked in. There was no tremor in his hands. There was no sweat on his brow. Draped in his heavy, gold-embroidered velvet robes, his spine was perfectly straight, his eyes cold and commanding. He looked every inch the monarch he was born to be.

Never. "I have an agreement with Emaline. She remained steadfastly by my side, defying any attempt to separate us. Wherever she may go, I shall pursue her without fail. It is imperative to keep in mind that I am a ruler of great power and authority. With fierce determination, I conquered the world and now reign supreme over all that lies within it. Every aspect of life is under my command, and I hold the power to shape the future as I see fit. For two decades, I searched tirelessly for Emaline." Alaric spoke with conviction, his voice unwavering. "You are not the one who can keep me away from my beloved," he declared. "You are tied because of that same reason. You can't take her away from me

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

"You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?" "The Calloways," I said, shrugging. "I saw the names. Rich, I assume?" "Rich?" Petra laughed, making this high-pitched sound that drew looks from a group of passing freshmen. "Their family basically owns half of this state, Eli. They’re huge legacy students—like, their great-grandfather built the library. Cain is the intense one, and Cole is the one who looks like he’s constantly plotting something sketchy. They don't talk to people, and they definitely don't let people st