Killers Of The King Novels & Stories

Move, Killian commanded. They rounded a corner, but stopped short. Five Royal Alphas blocked the path. These weren't just soldiers; they were the King's personal killers. Their eyes glowed a hungry amber. “Nightshade,” the lead Alpha growled. His muscles began to bulge as he started to shift. The King wants the girl. Drop her, and you might live. Killian didn't shift. He didn't have time for a slow transformation. He tightened his grip on Faith with one arm and pulled a silver-plated handgun from his jacket.

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

From the way she looked at me, I could tell that she did not exactly remember us. Killian had wiped her memory. That bastard! I was furious. If I had my way,I would tie him down and kill him slowly. I wanted to watch him go through pain, slowly, steadily until he finally died. He had just finished talking to the men when one of his guards rushed in, panting. “My king, the guards at the back of the palace were found lying lifeless,” he stopped to catch his breath and then he continued. “The enemies are around!” “What! How did that happen?”

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“W—What? What are you saying? Everyone knows she killed herself! I saw her.” “Her killer, Your Majesty, made it seem like she committed suicide. After advanced investigations, we have concluded that someone did it.” Sander widened his eyes and felt his legs weaken. “You know who killed her?” The officer nodded. “Who?!” “Your Majesty.” Jeremy sighed. “I do not think it is a good idea,” “Tell me!” The secretary nodded to the officer. “It was a Virtusian, sir.” The king raised an eyebrow, and the officer cleared his throat and approached the king.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

the other joined in the conversation as some were in agreement of the first elder opinion while others disagreed as an argument ensued again. " quiet!!" the king snapped " The head of the community will be killed with his family" the king stated "bu...but..your majesty what about the people" the king's right hand man who was Maria's father asked "Elder Alfred, you don't question me. but if you must know they will be made slaves and labourers we could use more of it"the king replied. " my Lord...some of them are innocent" the first elder said" we can't let them suffer for what they don't know about" he reasoned

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."