King Of Pride Novels & Stories

“I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become the next alpha king.” The prince took a frightened step back while wearing an expression of total affront. “I could have you removed from your title quicker than you could imagine,” he countered back weakly. The alpha snorted in disdain. “You dare to threaten me? Tell me, Your Majesty, how do you think the public would react to knowing that their future king gets his rocks off by branding and raping young girls?” This caused the prince to fall utterly silent. It seemed that his past, present, and future were all flashing throu

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

Even now, even when he was the one on his knees and bound and completely at our mercy, he still clung to whatever pride he had left. “You think I owe you an explanation? That I should beg for my life?” He let out a hollow laugh. “You’re more foolish than I thought.” My fingers twitched at my sides. Keith let out a sharp breath beside me barely keeping himself together. Kane stood on my other side tense and unmoving, his stormy eyes locked on the man who had haunted us all our lives. “Oh, you’re going to talk.” King took a slow step forward, his presence suffocating. When he spoke his voice was deathly calm.

the king continued, voice sharp, "he will be stripped of his title, his fortunes, and his name. He’ll be nothing. The only thing that he'll be in this Tribe is a disgrace." Storme opened her mouth, but he cut her off with a flick of his hand. "You will not speak," he said. "Not until you understand what’s at stake." I watched her closely. She paled, her fingers trembling just slightly where they gripped the blanket. "Do you love him enough," the king said, his voice dropping cruelly, "to ruin him?" Storme shook her head slowly, her hair falling across her face. "Then you know what you must do," he said.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Despite this region being a hybrid territory, there are no more than ten full hybrids, and all of them are the current royal family. To give birth to one, both parents must be hybrids, except for the rare case of King Karl’s parents, who were a full hybrid and a female shapeshifter, managing to produce four full hybrid children. It’s difficult to birth a full hybrid and extremely challenging to kill one. No surprise the full house is around now, and since the incident, the king has been silent. His silence has led some of us to believe that the rumors weren’t true, and because none of the princes or princesses lives here, we can’t tell from their expression.

“Fine. I suppose if that’s the option that’s been laid before me. But only if you now refer to me as ‘my king.’” The room erupts in laughter. He’s already extremely confident and doesn’t need anything to stroke his huge ego. This is definitely going to go to his head. But wow! I’m sitting beside the future vampire king. My man is the future vampire king. There’s got to be some perks that come with that, right? A sense of pride takes over me. Regardless of how he feels about it, it’s a really big deal. But I can’t shake the thoughts out of my head. It’s selfish, I know. But, what does that mean for me? Will he still keep me at his side? Will his people accept a human as the partner of a king?

It's the only time I have seen him look so genuine, and it's when he is talking about the Queen. I guess the King isn't so bad, after all. "This celebration is not just for the royal family. It is for every citizen of Arcadia who has found their Match. You are the foundation of this kingdom and of this nation. You carry the next generation." There was another pause. "For now, help me in celebrating the upcoming union of my son, Prince Christopher, and his Match, Lady Vivienne, daughter of Robert and Rosa Mendoza Harper, humble citizens of Blackwood, Arcadia," the King looked at us again, hands outstretched, and the way he said "humble" made me think it was a PR way of saying, "Yes, they are

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

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust