Jaguar King Novels & Stories

In amazement the King's aid said; "capture? great one, do you intend to fight against their kingdom?" This time the King laughed even louder, "I am not putting up a war against them; I am going there to raise my new breeds of prisoners after I have captured them all; I will be using the King's skull as my next wine cup, his cup will be my special cup." Shamugar the King of the Kingdom of the southern region said emphatically. This time is aid paused... "my King, I beg to suggest to

"You’re... you’re supposed to be in a grave in Zurich!" "I’m the one who built this empire, Rebecca. Did you really think a car crash would erase me?" Arthur King stepped out from the shadows inside the jet. He looked just like Christian—the same tall, imposing build, same sharp jawline, same unsettling dark eyes. Only the streaks of silver in his hair and the cold, calculating smile set him apart.

I reply without losing the smile on my face. "Why don't you try forcing me then? Let's see what you got... Rogue King?" 'Jackpot!' His eyes gleam like blood-red rubies in reaction to my words, confirming to me that my suspicions are right. He's indeed the infamous Rogue King. The despicable motherfucker that is highly despised by every shifter in North America. No one knows his name. No one knows the pack he was originally from and no one has ever seen his face before, he's only known as the Rogue King and by his reputation.

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.

“They won’t. No one’s stupid enough to bring up Milo’s son in front of him. Not tonight.” Before I could press further, Milo’s voice cut through the room. “Enough chatter. We’re leaving.” He stood in the doorway, dressed in a tailored black suit that made him look every inch the king he was. His presence filled the space, commanding attention without effort. His eyes swept over me, lingering on the gown, the necklace, the way my hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders. For a moment, I thought I saw approval in his gaze, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

To my Alpha, Jax, I was just a pawn to be sacrificed when things went wrong. "Is this the tribute?" The voice echoed through the massive hall, deep and commanding. It didn't just fill the room; it vibrated right through my chest. This was King Kael. The Lycan King. Rumors about him spread through the lower packs like wildfire. They said he was a ruthless monster. They said he slaughtered his enemies without a second thought and ruled his vast territory with an iron fist. He was a living nightmare to us. But Alpha Jax had made a fatal mistake. He had trespassed on royal Lycan territory, and now, the King demanded a blood price for the insult.

The driver just smiled and came round to open the door for her. "Welcome to the King residence," he spoke in a formal tone, once he had brought her luggage out of the boot. The mansion stretched upwards and outwards, standing so majestically. If anything, it looked like she was standing before a castle than a house. It was something between modern and vintage; just perfect. However, if she had to pick one word to describe it, vintage would be her best bet. The suited driver cleared his throat and Keisha twisted to face him sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I don't usually get so easily distracted."

Chapter One Dianne Cruz didn’t scare easily. She worked sixteen-hour shifts. She held beating hearts in her hands. She had told families their loved ones didn’t make it. Pressure didn’t break her. But the moment she saw him standing outside the hospital entrance, leaning against a black car like he had all the time in the world — her stomach tightened. Rafael Aragon. She knew the name now. Everyone did. Billionaire investor. Real estate tycoon. Political donor.