King Of Despair Novels & Stories

"I was a lonely child too. I waited for someone to save me. No one came." The little boy's lip trembled. "Me too." The King of the Abyss laughed. "And look what that loneliness created." Black chains shot from the darkness. They wrapped around Kael's arms, trying to pull him away from the child. Rhydian reached them just in time. Without hesitation, he grabbed Kael around the waist. "You're not carrying this alone." The chains tightened. All three of them were dragged toward the endless abyss. The King watched calmly. "You cannot fight despair. It always wins."

I stared at the late, late crown for a long moment, unmoved. "And?" His fist closed around it. The king of the gods cried in front of me. He cried. "I don't know when it started. But I got tired of judging boring divine disputes day and night." "And I got tired of the kind of marriage where I could see the rest of it from where I was standing." "Elara. I was stupid. I mistook the most precious peace of my life for boredom." His huge body shook. "But… but when you really left, I felt like half of me had been ripped out. It hurts. It hurts so much."

The unfamiliarity of the city was beginning to gnaw at his composure. Later that night, as they stood by the window of their bedroom, Raisa embraced him from behind. "You're trembling." "It's cold," he lied. "It's summer in New York, Aaryan. It shouldn't be cold." Aaryan turned to face her. "I'm afraid, Raisa. In Dhaka, I was the king. My name was a curse that made men tremble. Here... I am a ghost. I am zero." Raisa placed her palm against his cheek. "You are not zero. You are Aaryan. You lost your father and your kingdom, but you didn't lose yourself. That is your true power."

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.

It usually happens when the King gets extremely upset. “We are just waiting on your father as I had to send him outside to go cool down otherwise it would have been a bigger mess to clean up.” As the King made the statement he flicked one elegant finger nail up and the hole in which he threw Lord Desdrius through fixed itself. Belle sank into the wheelchair knowing what was coming. Raja pushed Belle into the office but stopped at the secretarys desk. The King came around the corner where his office sat and he leaned against the wall. He was looking at Belle with curious eyes. His gaze looking her up and down. It was giving her some freaky goosebumps.

All of a sudden, all the other men dropped to their knees, dropping their swords and making the proclamations, the words passing over the crowd like a wave that even from beyond the walls, he heard the chant. He had stood in front of crowds before, addressed them even but in this moment that he looked at his people, he choked on his words. What was he to say when he looked like a battered mess? He couldn't even stand much less fight beside them now. How could he hope to be their king? He might have told himself that being king was an easy thing but oh how wrong he was. He was anything but ready and sure as hell unworthy to lead. She noticed his hesitation and squeezed his hand in a way he co

Chapter 23 - Enough Garren The job of a King was to ensure that his people felt self and protected all while keeping order. It was a gruelling task, one I wouldn't wish upon my greatest enemy. The hours were long, and the days were tiresome. I didn't want to be back here sitting on my throne in front of my people so soon. Not when I had planned to have one more day of solitude with Penelope. But all of that was shattered the moment Zeke stepped through the portal and destroyed any shred of hope I had at having one last night lost in the possibility of what life with Penelope could be like.

nothing to me. My wolf wasn't happy with how I was treating him, but he deserved this for talking to me that way. This time, I was not going to let him get away with it. He would have to deal with the results of his actions, and the sooner he realized that, the better for him. He wasn't in a position to choose between the two. He was in deep trouble. Deep, deep trouble. His kingdom was losing money and people because of all the bloody and expensive wars that had been going on for years. This made him turn to Zeifa more than he should have.

"Yes, Mistress. Mark said he had mentioned something about a boy that could save him. So, it's possible he's the one" Perfect - Valerie thought in her mind. Actually, she really wanted the King to get free from the bond so he wouldn't have to be bonded to anyone at all and have any reason to stay with her. Cara was gone, Kaylan is depressed, and at that moment, she was the only stable bride of the King. Hmm. Doesn't it seem like a dream come true? She wasn't making an effort, yet everything was working out fine for her. Good lord! She laughed to herself.

“This dirt floor is where you belong.” Clara, who was aggressively stomping on Keanna, calmed down slightly, catching her breath. Neil, who returned with a great injury, seemed different. Clara couldn’t believe he tossed her aside all because of one whore. He couldn’t become King without her family. She picked the best man to match with her. He’s supposed to be the King and the place beside him is hers. She couldn’t forgive Keanna for taking it from her. The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing.