King Of Pride Novels & Stories

"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.

I would not G****e it, but Kelsey laughs, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t put it past him. The King treats his subjects like their commodities, completely replaceable. He’s the youngest King ever, and you don’t get to be King in your twenties without a trial of blood behind you.” Kelsey points her ladle at us in warning, “So watch ya’ step, or the King will gut ya’ like a fish!” “Or hang your head above his fireplace, I heard the king loves a trophy, and a pretty head like yours would be perfect.” Toni swats at my hair and Dawn pushes him back to his station.

Social events, everyone was invited, who could make it, and no one was ever turned away. "The King has worked hard over the years to help everyone feel included. I think some worried that after his father died, things would change drastically, but they haven’t. Gabriel keeps the same core values as his father," Damascus said. Pride for his King shone brightly. "You and the King are friends as well are you not?" Amara finally asked. "He is like my brother. We grew up together. He was the only heir and I was in need of a friend," Damascus answered wholeheartedly.

The King of Bakarish said with a smile. "The man did nothing wrong. The King of Sethum is too proud. I tried to talk him into making Fruisca, a land of peace. Let everyone live while you take out the source of Tyranny which was the King." "I see you haven't settled your score with Owen." The King said, shaking his head as he watched the Duke of Sethum down his drink in one shot. "Owen is as proud as a peacock. He's not fit to be King. Killing a whole Kingdom just so you could make a name.." The Duke trailed off.

Alex stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, but a triumphant smile graced his lips. He couldn't believe that he had emerged as the victor in the battle. His spiritual prowess had proven stronger. "I know you all would have been wondering while these altercations were going on between us and them." He pointed at Alex, the king, and the chief priest. "As most of you all know that I am a dignified man and hold our gods in high regard, I would never disrespect the king's order without a genuine and reasonable reason. Now, you all shall know the true identity of the despicable person you regard as your king." He pointed at the king, who was lying flatly with his body completely on the surfa

I settle back in my seat for the long journey ahead as Hunter growls, “Shift, we can be there in half the time.” “We could and we could take out the entire Pride. Show off our power and strength, show them who is now in charge, right?” “We are King…” “Yes, we are the King but…” “But Nothing, We are King…” “Hunter, have you learned nothing from Father? Or Noah?” “Grr…”

"I did not choose life just to watch you bleed out in my arms. Do not make me a widow before I am even a mate." Kaelen stepped forward, his jaw tight. He looked at Cillian with a mixture of disgust and a dark, reluctant respect. "Your pride is going to kill him, Warlord. Can you walk, or do I need to drag you by your crown?" "Do not touch me," Cillian growled weakly, a pathetic remnant of his Alpha pride trying to survive. "I carry my own." With a low grunt of pure, blinding agony, the King strained his massive legs and forced himself up from the red snow. He stumbled dangerously. I braced myself to hit the ground, but his arms locked around me like iron chains. He refused to let me go.

A massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in sleek black silk sheets that look cool and slippery under the dim lights. I stop dead, staring at it. My chest tightens, heat flooding through me. My mind instantly snaps back to Blake—his jaw locked tight with rage, the raw fury in his voice when he yelled at Tino, just to protect me. If anything, he looks more handsome when he's pissed. Just the memory makes my pussy throb involuntarily.

“Tai, please don’t.” He approaches me, one cool, calm step at a time. His rings glitter on his fingers, signifying who he is, a King, a powerful leader who would do anything for his Province. His back is straight, muscles tense as he holds the steel bar in front of him, cold eyes gliding over me, as if he is looking for any space on my skin to burn me. “Alright Tai, give it up,” Marek chokes from within the cell. “I’ll talk.”

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.