King Joffrey Novels & Stories

The king threatened and Gio gulp before lowering his head in submission. "Apologies your majesty" He murmured but the king shoke his head. "Not to me" Elijah said. Alpha Gios' head turned towards me "forgive me Lady Celeste" He said with a hint of venom in his voice but I ignored him. "As I was saying," I continued "Only the rogue king was able to break the chains and immediately he did, it turned to dust" I said looking each Alphas and Councilor as they listened to me.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

I assume from all the snacks he has eaten based on the wrappers lying about. “You want me to… go with you…?” He seems shocked and looks at Falcon, who hasn’t removed his eyes from the warlock once. “I don’t particularly care for an extra person.” He says menacingly. I sigh and elbow him in the gut, but he doesn’t move an inch. “Why are we here, Monty?” Falcon asks. “We need him,” Monty says, refusing any more details than that. “My name is Joffrey. I am the last remaining descendant of Annika the Honest.” He says standing proud, and good for him being proud of his heritage. Even if it means absolutely nothing to me.

“Ma’am, please don’t cry. I’ll ask right away.” She gestured for him to go ahead, still holding onto Jay’s arm. As soon as he left, Jay looked at his girlfriend. “Drama queen.” “It’s the power of a woman. You wouldn’t understand.” We waited for him to return and when he did; he came back with his royal highness behind him. I’d never really stood face to face with him, but now that I had, this man exuded pure power. The way he walked was majestic and nothing short of a king. However, he did not seem to care about my presence. His eyes were on Jay.

His guards advanced, hands reaching for her clothes as they ripped Ava's gown to shred, her struggles and resistance were useless and her breast dangled naked to the hungry eyes of Joffery who immediately stood up and touched Ava's breasts, whilst her hands were restrained to her back helplessly. “I’ve told you for years, Ava! You’re my property now that I’m Lord Theon! My father told me to marry you, but my mother will not want a wolf girl as the lady of this house, But I can have you as my sex slave anyway so I can do anything I want to that gorgeous breast!” Joffery said with an hysterical laughter... As his eyes gleamed at Ava's breasts which he had fantasied sucking for 7 years now. “No

One of the men, advanced in age but had a very distinct sharp expression, something I was starting to notice in a lot of the people around there, rose to his feet. “Your majesty, elder Joffrey presents a criminal to you.” He turned to the door. “Bring him in.” A supposed guard came into the room with another man whose hands were chained behind him. He shoved the man on the ground unnecessaryly as if he just wanted to show how much of a hard worker he was. “On what charges?” Brief silence. “Kidnap.” He instantly became alert. “Kidnap?” “Yes, it is in regard to the recent kidnappings. I saw him loitering around in the woods and knew he was up to no good so I had him seized immediately. I’m sur

There he was. Ronan. Alpha of the Ashfang pack. Towering. Wet. Dripping. A towel slung low on his hips like it belonged there, casually disrespecting every ounce of self-control I had left. His abs were carved from stone. His waist? Unfair. A tattoo curled around his arm and crept slightly over his chest, like it had a story it was dying to whisper. I didn’t even want to think about how good he looked soaked and glistening like a forbidden rain god. “I—I—I saw nothing!” I yelped, clamping my eyes shut like that could erase what had just burned itself into my memory.

“The world will kneel, and she will stand beside me. Or it will burn.” The acolyte bowed deeply, terror and reverence warring in his posture. Gregory stepped over his father’s corpse without a backward glance, already feeling the crown settle upon his brow—blackened, blood-soaked, and irrevocable. The king was dead. And the darkness had claimed its throne.

I ask, walking past the open space that is being created for me in the middle of the room. They had been so deep in their own sorrows that they clearly didn’t notice when I walked in. So as they turn and see me, the surprise is evident in their faces. They immediately bow their heads, so does the ridiculous commander of the day. He rushes off the podium, running towards me and bowing his head deeply. “Your highness, I didn’t know you were in here.” “Answer my question, Joffrey.” He lifts his head, staring at me.