King Of Pride Novels & Stories

He could hear the pain and agony as it echoed up to the Pride-lands, she had never told him but then that was his fault, he had never gone back. This was his destiny, their offspring, of course, she had bred, he was the King of Beasts when he Mated it always produced offspring. He looked at his Pride, all four females had cubs, his cubs. Aside from them he had the ‘teenagers’ as he called them, the four young males, from previous litters. One from each female, the strongest of those litters, all their siblings had been driven out to fend for themselves, that was how the Pride worked. None of the four would ever take his role as King, they were not powerful enough, he hoped one of the new lit

Clement " Hmph!! Talk all you want bur that doesn't change the fact that she's a very dangerous individual and speaking of Kryptonite, what happens if that therapist is gone? How can she be controlled? We need to find a way to keep her in check without her going berserk. There's too much at stake to be worrying about this crazy b--tch. I would like the King to say something about this matter. Sitting comfortably in his own chair while listening to his subordinates arguing between themselves, The King soon intervenes in the matter and gives his own opinion. The King is the head of the Prime X force organization and one of the most powerful men in the political underworld. The identity of the

He smiled, “Awesome, sis.” In a matter of minutes, a song started playing and the hall doors opened, revealing Prince Aidinth and Princess Chloe walking down the aisle, arm-in-arm. I gasped at her long, gold gown with a long golden veil which flowed behind them. When they reached the front, they both stood in front of the elder as he began, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here this evening to crown your new king and queen. Although King Uther was the best king in our history, he left a very worthy heir. Prince Aidinth was raised in his father’s image and has already proven to be very capable. He has already proven himself to be a brave and compassionate leader, just as his father was.

"Let's finish that game of Fortnite." We disappeared without another word. ~*~ I cried, not because Paul had hurt me, but because I had exposed my son to his anger and bigotry. I had wanted something so badly that I had compromised my own child. King had gone to his room and was tossing the ball up into the air and catching it. He said he had wanted it because it smelled like his sister. He didn't seem hurt by Paul's words. They hadn't stripped him of his dignity the way ugly words had the power to do. King was proud of who he was—proud to be King of the Underworld. And yes, to some that made him a demon, but he was more than that word.

"Kneel." He got down on one knee, and my eyes began to open wide. Was it happening? "Prince Dorian, you have bravely endured and fought life's trials. The Goddess keeps the balance and ensures that all reach their destiny. She has preserved you, and you are on Destiny's doorstep. Do you answer the call willingly, with loyalty, honour, and honesty?" "Yes. I do." The Councilor smiled and took the crown. "Your word is your binding oath. Honour it and live by it. I, Councilor Kade, crown you the new King of the Royal Empire."

"Then by the power vested in me, by the will of our people, and the strength of our ancestors, I name you Malakai Savage, Alpha King of Blackclaw and all the lands that fall under its domain. May your reign be just, and may you lead us into a future of peace and prosperity." The crown was placed upon Malakai’s head, a symbol of the immense power and duty he now carried. As he rose to his feet, the crowd’s jubilant cheers soared through the air, a symphony of voices celebrating the rise of their new King. Yet, amidst the thunderous exultation, Malakai’s gaze sought Amani—his greatest triumph, the one who made it all worth fighting for.

“I saw it in your eyes last night. You can’t hide it, not from me.” He shifted but didn’t get up. “Don’t call me that! It’s annoying! I’m Kingston or King, as always,” he snapped. “And I told you, we can’t let it go further.” “And why not? And don’t give me that bullshit about me being a princess. That’s not why you’re doing this.” “Just stop, Romaine!” he warned, his eyes darkening. “No, I won’t, Kingston Rossdale! I’m tired of being pushed around and told what I can and can’t do! I’m twenty-five, I’m the Crown Princess and I’m goddamn tired of being pushed around like some rag doll!”

“You know very well what.” “Explain. For once.” “Murah, though you know much of the ways of this place, you don’t yet understand them. If he was not taken to account, then every man in there would’ve wanted to have a go at putting their hands on you. They’re almost like small children all wishing to push boundaries.” He tossed through his trunk, looking for a loose tunic to wear to bed. “What has any of that to do with me?” “Everything.” Savage paused to whip around and land a severe blue gaze on her. “You are the boundary I’ve set as King here, and they all know it.”

Alexandra cut her off and Zipporah nodded a thanks at her. “Perras,” she joked, “anyways, he told us that Kingsley worked for him.” Zipporah’s skull began its aching ritual, she shook her head sideways like her jiggle would put the words together and help it make sense. “How’s that possible? Alex you said Kingsley had been your frequent Uber driver for a while now.” Alex dropped her voice, “yes, but. . .” Her voice was laced with sympathy which Zipporah disliked, “. . .you see, Adam isn’t exactly who you think he is.”

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl