King Andrias Novels & Stories

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...

Marcella suppressed a chuckle. “I am king Dragomir of…” “King?”, Marcella’s mouth almost dropped open, she was excited Raisel had come back with someone she was interested in, it was a mother’s intuition, of course, she knew. He was a fine young man no doubt, and from his physique she knew he was from the upper class but…“King?”, she asked again to be sure she had heard right. Raisel smoothed her hair and finally summoned the courage to look her mother in the eye, “He is a dragon king”, she blurted out.

As he straightens he whispers, “My beauty, I’m Jonah. May I have this dance?” Kyria felt light and was watching her sister dancing with the King. She let out a sigh, believing that she had finally found her safe place. Kyria is then surprised when a male steps in front of her, and lifts his hand to his mouth as he bows. Kyria feels the tingles run up her arm from where he touches her. She can’t stop the blush that makes her cheeks hot at his words. Kyria giggles a little as she curtsies and whispers.

I shook my head, anger filling me. "How is this a blessing? I can never have her, Cordelia. I could never give her the life she deserves. The kingdom would hate her for what she is, and no matter how much I wish it didnt matter, it does. I am the King of dragons. Everything I do matters, and allowing a werewolf to sit on the throne would cause an uproar." Sadness filled Cora's eyes, again, and I hated how she looked at me. Like I was the same lost and confused boy who had come here all those years ago, looking to escape the pressures of my parents and the responsibilities of being a prince.

"Adeline can wait. This beast being on the loose is more important." "Kaleb! You need to be here to greet her when she arrives. It would be an insult to her family." "I didn't ask for her to be here. She is not my responsibility." He stated. "Kaleb she is your wife." "I never asked for a wife!" He wasn't fond of the girl mainly because of her attributes. He despised females that relied solely on makeup and expensive clothes to portray their beauty. He liked women that went natural and liked their selves the way they were born. He also wanted a female that was strong and was able to rule alongside him. He believed if both the king and queen were strong so would their kingdom.

Winston’, why, oh why? “I heard that the Nicoli matriarch is finally gifting the ‘Heritage of the Bloom’ to her trusted descendant!” one of the stylist’s assistant chimed in. “For sure, they would gift it to Ma’am Lorica. She is the only one left unmarried in their family.” “But, doesn’t rumors say that it is actually meant to be ft to Ariadne Mendoza, since she is the most beloved wife of the eldest son of their clan?” the continue to banter louder. “But, isn’t she nothing but a scandalous wench who prances on rich bachelors?” This overbearing chisme from these low-life gossipmongers.

He sat on the opposite sofa of mine, looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. "I believe I should explain why your father is a distant, closed-off, emotionless man," Henry said. He walked over to the bar station in the room and poured a drink for both of us. I took the glass from his grasp and sipped it. "This story begins when your father, Ladon, had just ascended to the throne, and your grandparents were concerned about his inability to find a mate to secure the throne's future. As each day passed, there was still no sign of him finding a suitable partner. So your grandparents hosted a ball that all unmarried women could attend, hoping your father would find his match. It was at this bal

Adrian added as his hand motioned to me and he winked at me. I quickly averted my gaze. Luka was trying to remain impassive, although he looked rather uncomfortable. “My apologies Emily, this is Adrian ”, the King started speaking again as we began moving forward “He is the Lycan King” Adrian looked as if he was trying very hard not to laugh. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” I offered politely. His skin was pale and wrinkled, with thin lines etched all around his lips. “Please take care of her or someone else would” The Adrain man chuckled but the King did not seem amused as he glared daggers into his eyes

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.