King Of Kings Novel Novels & Stories

I glared at her before turning my attention back to the king. "If I—" King Zion started. "I found something from your mate!" I blurted quickly, cutting the king off mid-sentence, lifting the novel for him to see. The moment his eyes fell on it, I swear they softened for a bit before they turned dark. Even without my wolf, I could feel the temperature shift and become cold. He approached, his eyes narrowing into slits. I took a step backward, my legs buckling and hands shaking as I attempted to open the pages and show him the letter before he wrapped his hand around my neck.

That also happened to be when I realized that there had to be something seriously wrong with me because even covered head to toe in mud, blood, and god only knows what else, the heat in those emerald eyes as he looked me over instantly had heat rising to a place it had no right to be at the moment. I turned away from him, probably blushing, but the second his warm palm landed on my back, my whole body relaxed for the first time since we walked up here. Slowly, I replaced my knife with one of the sheaths along my ribs as I looked up at the king once more. "How were you able to defeat that many so quickly?" The king asked, narrowing their icy eyes on Xavier now.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

She began writing, fingers trembling: “The Lycan Kings ruled through fear and blood. For three hundred years, their law has bound our people, their hunger for dominance more animal than human. The most feared was King Malrek, the blood tyrant, who ruled for seventy years without remorse. Under him, the ceremonies became cruel pageantry, and love was traded for obedience. The current King… is different. He does not laugh. He does not smile. But he let the girls leave after the first challenge, something no King before him would have done. Maybe he has more to him than we’re allowed to see.” She quickly moved on to list names, battles, legacies—but she had written what she felt, and now her fa

He was the crown prince and cannot be touched. Now he has become King. I swore revenge. It’s blood or blood. The only way to get closer to the King without suspicion is to take part in the King’s game, win and become his shadow and so I have trained all day and all night to be strong enough to take on that position by his side and from that very position, torture awaits him. I will torment him until he runs mad and dies from the inside before i finally kill him physically and then, I would escape like nothing happened just like he did with Stacy’s death.

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

When he saw her in the courtyard, the light in her eyes outshone the stench of smoke and death still clinging to his skin. "We held them at bay, my queen," Alexei breathed, touching his forehead reverently to hers. "Your courage was my sword and shield when all seemed darkness." Katrina framed his battered face gently. "The people know they have a true king who fights for them relentlessly. Lead them now towards the dawn." Together they turned to tend the many wounds left by this brutal clash - rebuild homes, restore trust, and honor the sacrifices made. Though much work lay ahead, Alexei's kingdom had proven its resilient spirit. Healed slowly it would be, but the future remained hopeful.

Slowly, I fall asleep wrapped in his arms, grateful that he stopped that day at the traffic lights and decided he had to have me. Without him, I'd no doubt still be with Edward. ~~~*~~~ The End Of Book One - Book Two continues after this chapter and is Big King's story After big Kings story, there's another one (Joker's) then it goes back to King and Mazikeen.

“You always want it all, don’t you, brother?” There is silence in the room, I too, I’m in shock. I never thought they could be brothers. Was there any history of them being brothers in all the books I’ve read? The kings used to have many children, many from their concubines and just one from their mate, the future king is birthed by the king’s true love. “Nothing is stopping me from killing you right now, I hope you know that.” I hear shuffling. Someone is moving back.