Imposter King Novels & Stories

the deep baritone voice of a male ordered from inside. "Your Highness" Whipped Ariel acknowledged and bowed immediately she walked in. "What do you want Ariel?" The king scowled at her. "I came to tell you the truth of what happened earlier today father." "You used your powers on me. Is there anything else that happened?" "I wasn't the one that attacked you father. I'll never attack my father. Never." "Then who did?" The king barked and glared at her. "An imposter father. She looks exactly like me. Has my voice, my smile, everything. She claims to come from the future but that's a lie father. She came to kill us so she can take over our kingdom."

I read my prophecy again for the thousandth time. "An imposter shall sit upon the throne. He shall cast his mate and his family aside while searching for the one true Queen. Alone and desperate the imposter King will die with no one there at his side." The words echo in my head on repeat as I read the words again and again. When I first heard this prophecy I was sure that the imposter King would be Victor, but now that I read the prophecy again I realize that it is me. I have cast my mate and my family aside. I am the imposter on the throne. Flashback

Nothingness. Jason looked apologetic, "Jamie, this was not my intention." I took this job announcement for you. Who knows that my superiors suddenly called me today, asking to change to Simon... Really, I even tried to convince Simon that you're a much better fit for H & M than he is, but it seems Simon is determined to take the exam this time around. I guess it's because last time... Well, the fashion world is just entertainment. If you don't entertain other people, someone else will entertain you. The important thing is to learn how to have fun for yourself. " He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Jason, you mean the client side still thinks I'm going to audition, right?"

She talked about leadership. Responsibility. Representing the student body. Everything sounded perfect. Almost rehearsed. Then her eyes found me. And I knew what was coming. "Integrity matters." The auditorium grew quieter. "A king and queen should represent honesty." There it was. The giant screen behind her lit up. The edited video appeared. Again. My stomach dropped. Even though I'd already seen it. Watching hundreds of students watch it felt completely different. Whispers spread throughout the room. Paige sighed dramatically.

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

Everyone got up and bowed to greet the king and I, keeping their heads down until Klaus nodded at the to rise and take a seat in their regular chairs as he and I went to sit on our seats, him his throne and me, the queen’s chair which he had beside him, and despite me not being officially a queen yet, he insisted that he got me one made and that I sat on it, wanting me to be treated like a queen from now. “You are all well aware that Verone has come back from whatever pit he had been hiding in” Niklaus started cutting to the point, everyone tensed and avoided his eyes, knowing that it was their duty to detect if the king had come out of his hide out, and though I couldn’t blame them for not

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on

The clusters of power you could always tell them from the way people angled toward them, the way even unconscious body language deferred. She was tracking a man near the far side of the room when she registered the shift. Something changed in the room’s gravity. She didn’t understand it at first. Then she did. He had just walked in. Not walked in, arrived. There was a difference. Damien Hawthorne didn’t enter a room so much as the room reorganised itself around him. People turned without meaning to. Conversations paused and resumed at a different pitch. He was wearing a black tuxedo that fit like it had been made specifically for his body, which it almost certainly had, and he moved through

They had been embedded into the kingdom for days now and the information they had was meager. This impostor had changed his shape and gender just to get in with the other Ecanus of the kingdom, trying his best to find the location of this forbidden portal. Yet they were only able to harvest vague answers and idiotic riddles that were passed on from time immemorial. “My little birdie…” King Dyron’s voice whispered in his ears, a chill ran through his spine at how deadly, venomous and loving it is all at once, “Tell me that you have news on your front?”

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.