Im The King Novels & Stories

"Yes, he is your cousin." I take a quick glance at the three musketeers and walk towards the dining table. And take the seat at the head. My mum, Mike and Kelvin follow suit, sitting so close to me. "So what do you say, Eric?" I clear my throat. "Well, first of all, I am sure you all know by now that I am the prince. I was born a prince, lived the life of a prince, of fucking royalty, and I would remain one. I am the next king.

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!”

Prince Ismir I am so furious I see red. With a shove, the door flies in on its hinges and the two males inside glance at me. “What is it Ismir?” The king asks. “Why have you called us so urgently?” I grab a vase from the wall and hurl it, and even the tinkling shattering sound does nothing to calm my fury. They don’t even flinch, they are so used to my outbursts. ”I was right goddamit! My woman has found a way to block me from her psyche.”

“I will do it” I walked out of the door and all the witches gasped when they saw Finley in my arms. “I am Elias, the King of the werewolves. You probably know the Dark Queen, the granddaughter of Beatrix. She is my mate and if she’ll have me, we plan on making sure there will be no war between the witches and the wolves. Please, blood has been spilled on both sides. I don’t want to continue to fight you, I just want to take my Queen home and make sure she’ll heal.”

i turned and saw no one other than tris and Zayn "okay if that was a fucking prank your stinky ass is good as dead!" i said pissed. was he really nuts to say that when the king isn't here and anyway why would the king be here. then Zayn seemed to say somwthing which blew my whole life away. "It's fine as long as you apologized!" okay the last time i was joking about struck by lightening stuff but this time i am not. my Mate is the King. the Fucking powerful ruthless King of whole werewolf kingdom is my mate!

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

Emily and Kael. And a third figure standing between them. The First King. He looked exactly like Kael. Except his eyes were black. He smiled. "So." Kael stepped forward. "It's you." The First King nodded. "I've been waiting." Emily stood beside Kael. "What do you want?" "Freedom." Kael raised his sword. "You won't have it." The First King laughed. "You still don't understand." He pointed toward Emily. "She is the lock." Then toward Kael.

Then, he turned his attention to us. "Imelda, repeat after me." "I Imelda Bloodstone, take you Balthazar Kolgrim to be my King, my partner, my equal, from now until the end of time and even after." "I Imelda Bloodstone, take you Balthazar Kolgrim to be my King, my partner, my equal, from now until the end of time and even after," I repeated. He turned his attention to Balthazar. "Repeat after me, Son." "I Balthazar Kolgrim take you Imelda Bloodstone to be my Queen, my partner, my equal, from now until the end of time and even after."

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.