King Of The World Novels & Stories

He needed to put on the mask of the calm leader and face the world. But for one moment longer, he stood alone in the center of the room, trapped between the past and the future, between the man that he had loved and the kingdom that he ruled by himself now. The king was dead. Long live the king. And as Davidson Ekon finally turned to shove the door open and let the world in, he realized the greatest battle of his life was only just beginning. The battle to rule, alone and absolutely. -----

The most profound solace lies in understanding this ancient, unseen stream, a shudder before the beautiful. In the cold hours of the midnight moon, the king of Apocrypha arose from his throne. His appearance was unlike anything the world has ever seen; his face was dark, pale, and far too demented to be called pure. During this time, he remembered how it all started and how he became what he is now: a king of darkness, a knight of the dark embrace, and a ruler of a dark world. He walks from his mighty throne and opens the doors leading to the rampart where he can see everything from his kingdom to the world's outer reaches.

The weight of the crown was a cold, familiar pressure against Kaelen’s brow, but today it felt heavier, more oppressive. He stood before the grand floor-to-ceiling window of his study, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling, snow-dusted forests of his kingdom. From here, he was a god. The Alpha of all Alphas, the Lycan King whose word was law, whose power could level mountains and command armies. Yet, as he stared out at the vast, silent world he ruled, he had never felt more trapped.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Usually they were all on the same page but in this matter of war, they dallied. "I am the King..." "You are still yet to be crowned." Lord Hogan interrupted but with a look from Hayden he bowed his head. "I am the King and you are my advisors. I choose to either listen to your advise or not." He commanded. He could feel his mother and Alyn's eyes on him but he didn't dare look lest his facade slip. "I'm going to assist my friend in this war but I'm not leaving you defenseless. You can sit here in your castles where it's warm and quiver in your boots or you could die fighting as true Imraian men. Whatever you choose I do not care."

A selkie in a rooftop pool, laughing like the ocean remembered her name from across a world. And the king—Alexander—on a throne level with his people, jaw set like a dare. Around him, advisors who are friends, and friends who are obligations, and enemies who wear politeness like cologne. He is not yet cruel. He is not yet kind. He is that most dangerous thing: decisive in the wrong direction, sometimes, and honest about it only with himself.

" Sorry for keeping you waiting the king will be with you shortly ,He had an important meeting to attend , But please feel free to place your order and I will have it delivered to you right away " " Oh no thank you am fine " how can I take anything, When I don't even know if the king will ask for my head and besides this is the first time in my life am coming face to face with the king ,I really don't know my fate ,So I decided to say a short prayer in my heart . " Dear Zeus, I know am a crazy child but please don't let me die for what I know nothing about , At least guard me just this once please "

“Do you doubt me? I have the word of the Lord on my side. He told me to come here and let them know they aren’t welcome here in America. We’re a God-loving country.” Jessie loved guys like these. He was just making her day as she laughed. “Wow. God talks to you? That’s great. Could you tell him that I’d like world peace and Elvis 73 Laurann Dohner back? I dream about him hooking up with some cool metal band. They could make some kickass music together.”

King shook his head. “No. You made things possible.” Lena’s chest tightened. Michael muttered, “This is a damn cult.” King chuckled. “Not a cult,” he said. “A transition.” Jessica’s voice was barely a whisper. “Transition into what?” King studied them, then exhaled. “The next world order.” Lena’s stomach dropped. Jessica’s face paled. Michael swore under his breath. King smiled. And then— The cathedral exploded. Lena hit the ground hard, her ears ringing, dust filling her lungs as the ceiling collapsed in on itself.