King Of Dead Novels & Stories

The scent of rosemary threaded cold through the iron. “I should have been here,” he murmured. “I should have… Mother, I...” A second wave of boots. A new scent, starch and ink and candle wax: the Lord Chamberlain. “Your Highness,” came the voice from the door, unsteady, “you must come. The King...” Kael looked up slowly. The Chamberlain swallowed. “The King is dead.” The room lurched. For a heartbeat Kael couldn’t understand the shape of the words. Dead was a syllable that could cut a mother. Dead was a sword you put in a father’s hand and taught him to swing. Dead did not belong to both.

Jack goes rigid, his chest hollowing as the words echo through the air. Dead. The Alpha King?

I take Dominic's hand and squeeze him tightly. "Alfas!" take the word of the elder walking away from us. "And lunas," he says, turning his head and looking at me and then at Camilla. “The king is dead! And we will not shed a tear for him. Even his memory will be forgotten. Finding out about his plans, we met and tried to keep order until we found someone worthy to take his place. "And he looks at those who have come to help us. There are over 17 packs on the American continent alone, to which are added many other packs that jumped to our aid without being announced.

It was indeed a gruesome way to die. He then dropped the bodies to the ground, holding onto the head of the already lifeless Lord. The traitor had been killed. King Kael reverted to his male form once more, his gaze sweeping across the shocked soldiers, face hard as steel. "My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground."

The bots attack on a vampire establishment had the newly mades and the vampires antsy, talks and murmurs of why the 'king of Vampires' hadn't done anything to quell the situation coming up on everyone's lips. Rumours circulating round that he was dead, the vampire population going wild with leashed fury, waiting, just waiting to be provoked once again.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The general briefed as Zackarya faced the hall raising his neck. “I, the King of Dark Spades announced Fated Kingdom to become part of our domain too. The werewolves and humans would live together from now on. Tomorrow we will announce the death of the Queen. I don’t want distractions during my rule.” He hissed the last sentence staring at the General as he shook his head in agreement.

He was breathing hard, and he sent me a sad look , slightly shaking his head. “Care to tell me what happened?” I asked, squinting my eyes as I seemed to already have the perfect idea of what was going on. “Kael…” Dacian called, taking a deep breath. “Speak, Dacian. I don't appreciate the suspense.” I groaned. “I'm so sorry.” He added. “Dacian, don't get on my fucking nerves! Speak!” I snapped. “The King's dead.” Dacian said, closing his eyes. “He died this morning.”

"But from the look of things, he is in cahoots with the King. They barely agree on anything and he clearly hates him. He hates both the King and the Queen." "The King," she whispered faintly, and then smiled. "He is dead already." Lord Renfrew raised his head, shocked to his feeble bones. He couldn't believe his ears, did she just say the King was dead? "Yes, he is dead Renfrew. For the darkness in Derek to grow, the King needed to be gotten rid of just as his mate and child were gotten rid of." Lord Renfrew gulped in fear, remembering why he was scared of her in the first place.

Possession drips from his tone. Greed coils around every word like smoke. Of course. That’s what he always wanted… more power, more control. “ Shut up bastard! Our king is alive—” “ Alive? I doubt. If he can’t save his own people… he is better off dead. From now on I am your king and whosoever goes against me… is dead.” A few brave men surge forward , a last flicker of hope and in the next second their heads roll, blood soaking the soil.