Killers Of The King Novels & Stories

"Ple..as..e.. L..let me g..o.." "Before start talking you should know that you will be not able to see sunlight till you are alive and for your family you should have been thought it before doing a crime.." Alexander leaned forward on his seat "now tell me, why you killed Alexander King?" The man stiffened.. He thought this was the most secretive crime he ever did and no one knew about it.. But, how come this man know.. He shouldn't admit it, right? "I..I do..on't know any Al..Alexander K..King.." He spoke somehow..

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

The name was a fading thought in her mind as she offered herself to fate to do as it pleased with her. Adrian Miller, the President of Miller Empire was traveling with his grandmother in the snowy weather as he looked at his grandmother lovingly while she enjoyed the view of the snow outside. It was a perfect moment. But, the perfect moment wasn't acceptable to fate as a young lady jumped infront of their car. Little did they know, the little lady never jumped infront of their car. She was just lost and abandoned and broken and tired. "Sir! What should we do? I don't know where she came from, Sir. I-" The driver turned around to look at Adrian who had already opened his door to get out of th

The blood would’ve been scrubbed out of his carpet a hundred times before he could find one man to replace the five he wanted to murder. No, he would let them live until they stopped proving to hold any use for him whatsoever. The moment, however, that they stepped on a crack, made the one fatal wrong call, or made the mafia boss take over their jobs. At such a point, David wouldn’t hesitate to pull the gun even for one second. The cost of failure would never be able to measure up against the years of service they provided David. Even the most decades-loyal men would eventually find their eternal sleep at the other end of the mafia boss’s gun.

The former King shouted at his son. Neil who was already at the door with Keanna nestled safely in his arms, halted, turned, and answered his father with a smile. "The moment father condoned the act of his child killing their siblings, I became disobedient." The former King turned to pick up the discarded sword, only to find that one of his men was already holding it. "I-I apologize, Your Majesty!" "Y-you scoundrel! Aughkk!" His attendant ran straight to him, thrusting the sword deep into his abdomen.

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

he added. "Even if they heard, they won't stand a chance against the Killers," Empress Rose said. "And why did you say so, your highness?" The King of Gala, the second kingdom under Ashland, demanded. "Because if my husband's personal well trained assassin's couldn't defeat the Killers, do you think a mere guard can do that?" Empress Rose replied. "It's impossible, whoever the Killers is, they are not ordinary." "Let's forget about the Killers first and set a date we shall bury my father. Once he is probably buried, we shall return to this case and the killers shall be brought to book," Morgan said.

The heat that surrounds me whenever the kings are near. Are King Jordan, King Kent, and King Wiley–the men my father wants me to assassinate–fated mates?

King Nial Ocnomad, a short balding man received the report of his return and ordered the gates open. In minutes, the breathless messenger rushed in. Dropping to a knee and leaning to catch his breath. “Tell me!” The King ordered. “He killed him.” The messenger weakly stood. “Which killed which?” Ocnomad’s hands were white knuckled on the arm rests of his fur-coated throne. “The King of Assassins killed Wildling!” “What?” The king leapt to his feet. “How?” He paced. The queen came rushing in. Graying brown hair sweeping the floor as she entered the room, clutching her skirts.