King In Yellow Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

This staff became Keith’s obsession, a constant reminder of his illegitimate rule. Today, as King Keith Alexander entered the grand palace, his presence commanded attention. Dressed in a golden robe with a shining crown on his head, he exuded an air of authority. His long grey hair was tied back, and his electric blue eyes scanned the room with a cold, calculating gaze. He ascended the steps to the throne, his eyes lingering on the diamond-carved staff that rested beside it. The staff seemed to mock him, its power just out of reach. “Your Majesty,” a man greeted, bowing deeply as Keith took his seat on the throne. The king’s attention remained fixed on the staff, his mind racing with plans t

The front table is the only one that is in use; the maids hover around it while they wait for orders. There are various reasons why my heart falters. The royal family is seated right there, to start with. As in... SITTING THERE, on high-backed black chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet. They are rapidly absorbed by my eyes. They really are just as the legends have depicted them. Galen, the king, had golden eyes and hair that's jet black. With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance.

“I am Arthur Kennaway, youngest son of Philip Kennaway. I am the young Prince of the royal family. My older brother, and next in line to the throne, is Henry Kennaway, and Skyler is his second-born child. I ran away from home 20 years ago, and my father has been trying to find me ever since. I have hidden who I truly am since the moment I ran away. I'm sure you know, all royals have gold eyes. It's a symbol of royalty. Our wolf has the typical golden caramel color; our human has its own color, and mine is brown. I never allow anyone to see my Royal color because it's a dead giveaway. Most people in the Kingdom know the royal family is magical, but not many people outside of the Kingdom know

His reactions confused me—he hated me, mocked me, and yet acted like I was doing something wrong with every friendly gesture I made. I just couldn’t understand him. I rolled my eyes, handing him the box and watched as his face tightened. I bet that would humble him. “Your turn,” I spat. He nearly hissed, glaring at me as I placed the box in his hands. Still, I could see the determination in his eyes. I had challenged him to reveal his darkest secret, and he wasn’t going to back down. “I had to battle for my claim to the throne,” Kylan began. “There are over twenty of us—my father has many mistresses. My mom is the queen, but I’m the only son she ever had. She’s the king’s mate, but not his f

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

After that, it was time for me to get ready to meet the so-called king. I’ve heard a lot about King Cullen. I know he’s handsome and is rich. He has one of the strongest Kingdoms in North America. He is the king of all clans over there. So it intrigued me to know what he wanted to talk about. After a quick shower, I put on a sheer black dress, high stockings, and black heels. My hair was loose, and I wore some makeup. As I put my rings on, Liam walks in and lets me know he is on his way. He told me he had passed the entrance. Nodding, I walk out with Liam in tow.

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

he breathed out leisurely while gazing at Evalene. "Your majesty," intruded another voice that sounded angry. It was Yellow. "It is a matter of life and death." Remembering whom he was addressing, he quickly apologized and fell silent. The king's failure to react fast angered him to his last nerve, he matched out angrily, slamming the door on his way out. Yellow's reaction surprised the rest but it did not annoy them either. They were on the verge of doing so themselves. As their eyes followed him out, they turned to see the scene unfold before them.