King Of Despair Novels & Stories

Yes, I was that desperate. After my o-so-beautiful sentence I couldn't get one word out of my throat. The 'king' had already wrapped the towel around his mighty jewels, which was kind of a big bummer. I wanted to enjoy the vieuw longer. Such a dissapointment here God. You let me suffer and you aren't even giving me a little bit of pleasure out of all this. "Kasey!"

I collapse forward, forehead pressing against her still chest. "I'm useless. Completely useless." The despair is crushing. Fresh sobs wrack my body. The King's laughter rolls through the vision like thunder, coming from everywhere at once. "Still trying to force it? Pathetic." My head snaps up, searching for the source of his voice, tears streaming down my face. "You blocked my powers," I spit out, fury cutting through my grief. "You did this." "Blocked your powers?" His laughter intensifies, genuinely amused. "Oh, that's rich."

The Alpha king asked, taking another step closer, and Evren instinctively recoiled in fear as the king lowered himself, fingers going underneath Evren’s chin to lift the Omega’s head. Their eyes met for the second time in one night, and even though every nerve in Evren’s body screamed for him to lower his eyes, the sheer force of the king’s dominance pressing for submission, something else had Evren’s eyes glued to the king’s grey irises. Which, for some odd reason, seemed to have softened, but not with the tenderness one would gaze upon a lover. It was… No, it couldn’t be empathy; that was an emotion beyond the king.

born of devil's spite, a monster wearing the skin of a beast. Time fractured again, the scene dissolving into a blur of seasons. A year slipped by in ghostly montage: Damitri wasting away on his throne, skin pallid and stretched over bones, coughing black ichor into velvet cushions, his once-mighty frame reduced to a husk by the curse's insidious creep. Whispers filled the castle—poison? Sorcery? None dared speak of pacts or devils. Then, one storm-lashed night, the king's final rattle echoed through the halls, his eyes glazing over as shadows claimed him. The crown passed uneasily, but grief festered deeper.

The king asked, narrowing their icy eyes on Xavier now. Xavier gave a low chuckle, and I could almost feel the way I knew he was cocking his eyebrow at the king with that cold, calculating smile on his full lips. "Well, if you hadn't been busy trying to get your hands on Ari, maybe you would know the answer to your question." I could almost hear the hint of a growl at the back of Xavier's words and instantly felt the tension pull tight between the two men as they eyed each other. "I see the general wasn't wrong when he said you don't know your place, boy." The king grinned as he raised an eyebrow at Xavier. "Careful, I would hate to have to kill someone of your caliber for treason due to a t

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

I said, my voice breaking. “You can’t be mine,” he said, louder now. “You are not fit to stand near me, let alone be claimed by me.” His words hit harder than his hands ever could. They stabbed every broken part of me that had just begun to hope. “I reject you,” he said coldly. “I, Caden Holt, Alpha of the Redfang Pack, reject you as my mate.” The room spun. But tears refused to come. But inside, something shattered. Loud and painful.

“Look at me now—I’m Matthew Anderson the CEO. My company didn’t go bankrupt; it went public. Do you regret leaving me behind to clean up that mess?” Matthew’s eyes bore into mine, his hand trembling slightly as it gripped my collar. I avoided Matthew’s gaze, which burned with a hatred that could swallow me whole. Tugging lightly at the hem of my dress, I pressed my lips tightly together, afraid the blood in my mouth might slip out. At my silence, Matthew released my collar. The sudden shift caught me off guard, and my knees buckled, sending me crashing to the floor at his feet. He stared down at me and let out a cold laugh. “From today onwards, you won’t take a single step forward in this in

This was what he wanted, and this was what he wanted most as a black dragon who brought despair. "Hahaha, I like you now. How does it feel to be in despair?" asked the black dragon to the sun emperor, who knelt motionless. Despair, sadness, and feelings of weakness enveloped the sun emperor, who was known as a genius generation who could walk the path of cultivation higher than his ancestors. But now he was just a weak man who couldn't even lift his feet because of fear when facing the powerful figure in front of him.