King Of Despair Novels & Stories

The belief that people cannot become better. The Shadow King looked away. Arielle understood. The First Silence was not simply an ancient force. It was despair. The Creator looked at Arielle. And despair always returns. Arielle looked at her family. At Cassian. At the children. At Noah. At Hope. At the Shadow King. Then she smiled. Good. Everyone looked at her. Good? Cassian asked. Arielle nodded. If despair keeps returning... Then we keep choosing hope. Hope looked at her and smiled.

King Othello was smirking and folding his two arms, while King Dragon curled his forehead and then, he crumpled his two eyebrows as he kept watching her. “A silly princess, I should be embarrassed myself to claim her as a part of our kingdom. I beg your kindness to forgive us, My King.” King Othello scoffed, his mouth only opened slightly as he talked with his jaws appeared intensely gritted. King Dragon was walking back and forth in his room, thinking what Celestine’s crazy idea. His man, Knight Liam was sitting on the seat in front of him and watching him. “You know, I have spent a lot, much, huge of money.” King Dragon stopped and sighed as he gazed at the young man, handsome and tall, wi

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

"You two fought? It's obvious,. Anyway, let me introduce the new worker to you. I hired him a few days ago." "You did? You're disposing me of already?" I said, pretending to be jealous. She laughed and replied "You're about to be a billionaire's wife anyway. What would a pauper like me possibly be doing with your highness?" "Ouch, that hurt" I replied and we laughed. "That's him over there. His name is Alex" she said, and pointed at a young man. He looked extremely handsome in his apron. He moved with ease as he attended to customers, flashing a smile at every one.

she replied, bowing her head. All the orders of the king were remembered by General Accientsy, until they left the hall palace. When they came out, they met Regis Filius Damarion, the king's eldest son. It looked at General Accientsy. Just a teenager and a young girl when the two last met. But Regis Filius Damarion cannot forget her. Since they were young, he already wanted her. "Accentsy?" asked him, and stared into her eyes.

I know I deserve all this, though. “What the hell is happening over there?” The man asks. “Can you just get up, don't force me to whip your a**?" He adds. I don't want to be whipped, so I get my ass up and drag myself outside. I come to later find out that he is the Beta and his name is Desmond. The King is way bigger than Desmond and deadly than him too. He doesn't even smile, he wears a serious face all through. How can I even plead with him for my people when he looks this heartless?

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

Would he still be alive? The ache of it brings me to my knees beneath a tree, my hand pressed to its trunk for support. Questions coil endlessly in my mind, bitter and unanswerable. Why did he not give me the throne? Why did he keep me veiled from the world? What am I to do now, when the kingdom drifts further into Tremaine’s grip? And it is then—when despair threatens to swallow me whole—that a voice intrudes. “Did you bring bread?”

“I say this because I care about you. I'm worried about your life and the lives of the people you've connected with." “I'm not a bad luck, Kiev. Don't talk like I'm a curse to them." "You are my best warrior. You're great Calvin. But everyone always has a weakness. Your weakness is the judge. You love her." "I don’t! Don't pretend to know and pretend to be a psychic if you don't know anything about me!” he shouted angrily. His hands were itching and he wanted to hit the face of Kiev who was grinning smugly in front of him. The man was damned for provoking him about Hazel as well as Jane's death.

There, sat a man in a jester outfit, his leg crossed over the other, both of his forearms rested on the armrest and his eyes lazily looked at her own, his lips now stretching wide, flashing her his toothy smile, "Hello." "Joker?" It frowned again, "Seriously? You don't know me?" Emily shook her head in disappointment, "Not really, no." The embarrassment she felt for the man in a jester outfit enhanced the flushing of her cheeks and the reddening of her ears. "I am Grim, the king of the dead." She felt her ears perk as he introduced himself, "Why are you here?" His mouth widened, happiness evident on his face. He leaned slightly forward and pointed his index finger at her. "Ha!" He paused his