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I grabbed a glass and filled it with wine and handed it over to Hozan, who dropped a little of the red liquid on his palm and licked it before giving it to his King. Wow! "You have highly trained men and better warriors. Why don't you lead your men to stop the King of Sethum." Another King said. "Highly trained men? You flatter me, King Herod." The King narrowed his eyes at the man. Anyone with his or her six senses would realize that the atmosphere had changed into a tense one. "It's not exactly a bad thing, King Damien. Leading your men to conquer the Kingdom of Sethum and Fruisca would enlarge your coast and make you the King of everyone here." King Herod continued, still oblivious to the

Taking a steadying breath, I open the letter and begin reading: “Dear Lawler, It looks like you finally became King, and you had enough brains to find this room. I hope you do not fail the Kingdom; it doesn’t deserve that fate. This room will help you succeed if you decide to utilize it. Look on the bookshelf. Do you see all of those books? Those books contain important information from every King. Every King left notes on how to succeed and make the Kingdom great, and it is your Kingdom to lose if you do not read them. Now, look in the top drawer of the desk. You will find a large book. In that book, you will find information on everything we trade and who we buy from. You will also find th

“They seem to be Fausto's men.” “Take them down.” I ordered without hesitation. “Yes Capo.” Tapping rapidly on the keyboard, and seconds later, a loud sound of explosion echoed through my ear. “The fuck, Dante!” Luca yelled from his end. “You're welcome.” Adrenaline surged through me, as I waited. Waited for what I've been preparing for years to get. The King of Hearts. 'Soon, enough, my 'Ndrangheta would become the most powerful in the whole world.' I thought with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty." In that moment, Noah knew he was better of being feared than respected. If he could not have love, he would have fear. If he could not have loyalty, he would have submission. The Elder hurriedly slipped the crown of midnight black on Noah's head. The weight that eased on seemed a lot heavier than Noah had expected. He knew it was not only the weight of metal but also the weight of a whole kingdom. He could easily be overwhelmed under it. Had he been two days younger, he would. But now he was everything and nothing. He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone.

“He does not even know how to sense his kind. That is the instinct developed from our toddler years. Danger, love, differentiate each pod, those are all things groomed from a tender age. Instincts that enhance over the years. Yet, a King is incapable of doing so. Instead of requesting a Royal meeting, he sent you to plead his case. The ocean is out of order and instead of seeking an alliance with Prince Mitchalus to soothe the situation, he’s asking for protection like a coward. He circles himself with humans and rejects his own. That is not the actions of the King of Kings. I'm sure if this knowledge happens to reach the ears of the other kingdoms, the war won’t be against me but your so-ca

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

“Hurt him if he screams. Not enough to kill him. Enough to make him remember I was gentle tonight.” “Yes, boss,” Momo purred, pushing off the wall. I stood. I didn’t spare the prince a final glance. He’d be seeing me in his nightmares long after I left this cellar. - *Victor* I threw the crystal glass against the fireplace. It shattered in perfect symmetry, like everything I’d built that Rowan Hill was now tearing apart. My stupid lieutenants cowered by the door. No one dared tell me the truth. My son wasn’t ransom. He was bait. And Rowan didn’t care about money. He wanted me to crawl.

"Stop. I don't want any of this written down," The King snaps at the scribe. His beady eyes widen and he fumbles with his quill. Accidentally, he splatters his bottle of ink onto the harsh throne room floor. When he stoops to clean the oozing black liquid, seeping into the tile cracks, he releases a quiet murmur from his crusted lips. "Leave," He demands, his voice coated with aggravation. I can't help but nibble on my bottom lip. When the scribe finally retreats out of a side entrance, I have no choice but to find something new for my eyes to rest upon. I had tried desperately to avoid King David's penetrating gaze at all costs.

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.

His royal father is arrogant and greedy for power, but he tends to ignore that the power to rule the kingdom needs the cooperation of its citizens the most. But, as the son of his royal father, Crown Prince Rogeus has never birthed any thoughts of taking the throne with dishonest ways. He wanted to wait for his royal father to spend his time in ruling the kingdom, and wait for his old age to snuff out his greed, but he did not expect that one ancient scroll that he took back to gift to his royal father would amount to so much massacre and deaths. He only thought about his royal father’s liking of ancient treasures and things, and did not even check the content of the ancient scroll.