King Of Despair Novels & Stories

” Contempt tainted his tone. “She must’ve loved you.” “Not enough to make sure I lived. I had to do that.” He recalled many nights he fell asleep from exhaustion. Quivering with hunger and cradling his cramping stomach. Nights he’d wondered what was wrong with him. Why I wasn’t even good enough to play above. In the halls. Like the children I could hear laughing above me. Because King Ocnomad would rather see a Dread boy dead then claim him as a son. Savage presumed.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Darius couldn’t win. “Don’t look so desperate, brother,” he said. “You’re only getting what you deserve. You slaughtered my mother right in front of me. I should have done the same with Anna. But I am merciful. I am a good King. I am not you. The people will recognize that and love me for it.” I didn’t care to listen to what he was saying. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this desperate. When I watched Olivia fall from that cliff, yes. The feeling was identical to this. I had the feeling that I let her down.

“It almost makes me want to spare you.” Danial’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Curse King. His voice, hoarse from the pain, barely managed to escape his lips. “Spare me? Don’t flatter yourself,” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “You think you’re unstoppable… but I’m not finished yet.” The Curse King’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Alright, boy,” he said, stepping forward, his presence filling the air with dread. “Let me show you why they call me the Curse King.”

He notices the room is dark, lonely in the air. "This is more depressing than I ever imagined." Grand Duke Kristofer grumbles between his chest while staring at the unconscious, lifeless King Hedery. Moreover, the Persley's Ladies walk on the other side to check the King. Their eyes wrinkles in sorrow to see the King's state. "Poor King Hedery, I hope he wakes up. His Kingdom needs him," Lady Veronica speaks like in prayer as her eyes shimmer in sadness. Lady Geneviève clings on Lady Veronica's shoulder by wrapping her hands around her as she painted a disheartened expression on her face.

she demanded, her voice trembling between anger and fear. The spectral figure tilted its head, its gaze unyielding. “Your very bloodline is cursed. In order to save your kingdom, a king must fall. The sacrifice of one true heir will bind the curse... but at a cost beyond measure.” Ryker stepped forward, rage and anguish mingling in his eyes. “Who is this king? What sacrifice?” Darius, still reeling from his betrayal, could only stutter, “I... I don’t know…” His voice was a broken whisper as he backed away.

The king turned his back again. "Look at me," he muttered. "Look at what I've become." Derick lifted his head. The king's shoulders shook slightly as he stood under the moonlight. His skin was marked with old scars, his hair tangled, his clothes torn in places. He was still enormous, still powerful. But it was his eyes that struck him most. They were no longer the bright blue of the ocean. They were storm-grey now, so hollow and fuller with fury. "I'm grotesque," he said. "The people expect their handsome king, but what they'd find now is a monster. A broken beast who's lost everything. I just want to be left alone."

Orion growls, stepping forward like he wants to leap up onto this pillar and rip me down. “No,” I snarl, going to one knee on the pillar to more fully lean over the edge as I bare my teeth at him, daring him to try, “the true answer is a King who wishes to embarrass and disempower his bride from the very start, so she can never be his equal, never command as much respect as him.” “You speak out of turn,” he snarls. “You completely misunderstand –“

Cleaning away the stray tear with the back of my hand, I slowly made my way to the maids' quarters, my footfalls heavy. The words King Kael spoke should have brought me immense relief, reinforcing the fact that the king had no real use for me but just kept me around because of the deal we had made. Instead, it only filled me with bone-deep despair. For a while now, I had been entertaining the thought that I might be his mate, but even if that were true, what difference would it make? He couldn't feel the mate bond, the connection. Apart from that, the things he had gone through and done would make it almost impossible for me to reach him. I didn't know what to do.