King Lover Novels & Stories

He grabs the queen's hands "And I am honoured, forgive me for not being considered, I acted on my feeling" The queen places her hand on his face "There's nothing to forgive". They both share a kiss. Baara notice her garden tools were still on the ground. The queen and her lover separate from each other "What is that?". Baara hear the queen ask, her heart starts to beat fast "They're tools". The masculine voice answered, "Do you think one of the servants left them here?".

"Yeah, she is. She'll do whatever it takes to be part of this world. Ava is just a gold digger, willing to do anything for money." My heart sank as their words hit me like a punch to the gut. The man I thought I loved was agreeing with their cruel assessment. "But why did you choose Ava in the first place?" another voice chimed in—Leo, the playboy. "There must be hundreds of girls you could choose from."

“Keighley is an Old English name. Something like woodland. I am not sure.” “Do they drink beer or ale?” Xandry laughed. “I agree to disagree, though, but it sounds like a big deal to me because they have this title crest on their arms. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you are an adopted son of an English lord.” I shook my head. “Father was. I’m a bloody nobody.” “It’s good to get out behind the shadow finally, is it?” My gaze snapped to Sean, sitting in the barstool with Bash Hughes.

“He has changed his mind. He wants to show the rest of the kingdom he is no longer interested in leading alone. Searching on his own hasn’t gone well.” Gerri chortled. “I can imagine. What did he do, order women to just show up and try to figure out if one of them was the one?” Karel sighed. “Yes. We spent weeks with him shaking hands and speaking to them. The lion wanted none.” “Yes, well, I’m not surprised. Alyx needs more than just a pretty face,” Gerri said, placing her hands on her waist. “He needs someone who won’t be wowed by the fact he’s a king. More importantly, he needs to find whomever his animal chooses.”

I insisted. "Are you certain you want to know?" he questioned. "Yes," I affirmed with a nod. I felt the air grow heavy around me, my chest tightening with each passing second. With a deep breath, he raised his chin, his gaze piercing mine with unwavering intensity. "I am Lycan King Xavier Styles, the Lycan King of the Silver Pack." My heart seemed to stop as his words hung in the air, sinking into my consciousness like heavy stones. He's... the Lycan King?!

"What a minute... I don't understand what you mean." "Second thing. Louis Kingsley, the eldest son of King Leon and Queen Anne, the heir to the throne of the Vampire Kingdom is your mate. In other words, that man you call 'bastard' is your future husband." "What? WHAT?!" "Why are you surprised? Don't you like it?" "W-who said I like that guy?! I really hate him." "You need proof? Isn't that obvious? You're enjoying all his touch. Even you guys--" "S-shut up! I'm not enjoying it."

She knew who he was before he even spoke. It was Kael Draven. The Lycan King. The most feared ruler of their kind. “Zara Grey,” he said, his voice deep and smooth as a blade sliding from its sheath. “You are mine."

Despite his basic attire, his commanding presence as he leaned on his throne was undeniable. At that moment, reality crashed down on me, heavy and suffocating. The man before me was the King of all werewolves. A Pure-Blooded Lycan. The Alpha King. King Nicholas Gavner Acworth. My mate.

Damian's point of view : Alpha King Damian Knight, the Alpha of Dark Moon pack that's my name. Not being narcissistic but I am the most eligible bachelor in the werewolves community not only because I am handsome and rich but also because of the power I hold. I am the strongest werewolf, thanks to my parents' strong and amazing genes. I am the 7th eldest son of the previous Alpha King of the werewolves kind and the current Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, Alpha King Danish Knight and the previous Luna Queen of the werewolves kind and Alpha of Blood Moon Pack and the current Luna of Blue Moon Pack, Kiyaan Williams.

"I'm terrified. What if the King actually chooses someone this time? What if it's someone we know?" "It won't be us. We're Omegas. Servants. He wants a Luna to strengthen his bloodline." "Still." She sat back on her heels, wringing out her rag. "They say he's cursed. That his beast is so violent he can't control it. Three pack members died last year just for looking at him wrong." I'd heard the stories. Kael Devereaux, the Lycan King. Thirty years old, ruling for fifteen, and absolutely brutal. He'd unified the territories through conquest and fear. Packs that defied him were destroyed. Traitors were executed publicly.