King Of Pride Novels & Stories

Into my ears, I pat his back, “you deserve it.” I showed him the way to the front of the stage so he could address the crowd, he walked forward and cleared his throat before he began, He stood there for some seconds and took in the warm acceptance the crowd shower him before he spoke up, “i, Adonis the new king of the lycan kingdom pledge to serve you all with all my heart, my strength and will and promise to be fair and just, it will be no different from how I treated all of you and everything about this kingdom, I will give my best until my dying breath.” He said,

I kinda understood them a little, if you steal from me I don't care if you return it back in a hundred folds I'll make sure you swallow bullets. "Let's make a deal", I said. "Princess we ain't talking any shit no -" "First of all, it's The Queen, I'm not your fucken princess", I snapped. "Second of all, I need him back, I need him alive, so we're going to have to come to an agreement, else I'll take him by force ". "You really want to get your hands dirty and have another cartel coming after you...'Queen' do you?".

I shiver even though I’m not cold anymore. “How many of my friends, I wondered, stood before this killer king and heard his offer? How many had eyed his lands, soldiers, and decided he was no equal?” He meets my gaze, hard. “This is being king—looking at others’ mistakes and refusing to make them again. I am proud of our land, our people, our name, but I will not drive us to death for pride alone. I shook plague’s hand and spoke what words would make him unshadow our door. I had no other choice.”

The voice of Kade King. Slowly, I turned, and the sight of him stole my breath. He wasn’t in his usual fur coat or gold chains. No heavy royal jewels or flashy rings. Instead, he wore a simple long-sleeve sweatshirt and plain trousers. His earrings weren’t gold, just small studs. Even the chain around his neck was modest. Yet, even stripped down, he still radiated the power of a man who ruled, who conquered. Kade King Majesty. The man who could kill without blinking. The man who always got what he wanted, no matter the cost. A dangerous man to fall for.

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

Even if the hell breaks loose, a Royal should never lower themselves, never get themselves dirty, and lose their pride. Pride… I gained it after spending all my life in a cage, on the verge of death, after drowning myself in the blood of my family. Even after coming so far…what use was it to me? When I couldn’t even get a single person on my side…what was the use of trying so hard? I bend the right knee first. The warriors guarding the premises gasp. It doesn’t matter now. I bend my left knee. Kneel on the dirty ground. And watch her back.

I shake my head and wipe my face in a frenzy, but the tears don't stop. My mind is filled with every hardship my mate has experienced. His love and gentle nature should have never been subjected to that but he was and it is killing me. He was tortured and hurt in ways no one ever should be. He witnessed death and caused it. He was assaulted in every way possible, but he still loves and treats me like breakable china. He is the King because he suffered so much not because he should just be the King. Why was the universe so cruel to him? He deserves nothing but love.

It was still weirdly scary seeing someone else wearing her face. But her father... he’s really alive. Tears filled her eyes. She wanted to rush over, wrap her arms around him, and cry. She took a step, ready to shout. But before she could speak, the grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. Kaleb looked at her, and he was downright threatening. "I’d advise you to keep your mouth shut if you know what’s better for you," he whispered harshly. "If you say you’re royal in front of the King, you’ll see that the Princess's punishment is nothing."

They turned, looked at me, and seamlessly dropped to one knee in the snow. A ripple moved through the camp. It was completely silent, entirely instinctual. As I took another step forward, the warriors closest to the path stopped their work. One by one, row by row, the most lethal, bloodthirsty army on the continent dropped to their knees in the mud as I walked past. No one spoke. No one hesitated. They simply knelt, bowing their heads to a disgraced, rejected princess who hadn't even signed their treaty. You're not my King, I had told him.