King Propose Novels & Stories

They were all shaking now, feeling the weight of my authority, an authority older and deeper than Lucas’s clever schemes. “I am Killian Roosevelt,” I announced, the words ringing with absolute, final power. “Alpha King. Rular of the Blackwood Pack and the Northern Territories! And sovereign over all who swear fealty to the old ways.” At the proclamation, the effect was instant. The servants, warriors, and the pack members surrounding us didn’t just look nervous; they looked terrified. One by one, they dropped to their knees, bowing their heads. Members of Lucas’s own household staff, watching from the porches and windows, followed suit. A wave of submission rolled through the crowd. They wer

he diplomatically informed him. "And why is that? We have the KLP now, mind you... we can write it any way we want. None will remember. So... tell me, Lord Blackridge, why should I not have it, just like all of this?" The king extended his arms and spun slowly on his heels back towards Blackridge until again he stood and faced him. "It's all mine now," he said, his arms flopping again to his side, "all of it... and why not Elkshire?"

“Dismiss this meeting, now!” But instead of retreating, the council members stood firm, their expressions resolute. One of them stepped forward. “Your rule is over,” he declared, his voice calm but unwavering. “We have new authority to govern, and by that authority, you will no longer be King.” Kain’s face contorted in disbelief, his body visibly tensing. He took a step forward, towering over the councilman. “You dare to challenge my reign?” His voice was a growl, the threat clear in every syllable.

"Princess Grace Menken will not be a queen," Adro stated, causing everyone to turn to him. "I, Adro Alymer Groendez, will renounce my position as the crown prince of this kingdom." "What did you say?" King Groendez stared at Adro with wide eyes. "You can't do that. Since birth, you have been destined to be the future king." "I apologize, Father, but I refuse that destiny," Adro replied. "What's your reason? Now you can marry the woman you desire. This kingdom is free from monsters and witches. There's no reason for you to refuse to become the future king."

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

“It’s rude to just port into the king’s office,” I said without looking up from my laptop. “I’m not making an appointment to see my own son,” Kai said as he sat down in front of the large desk. “So then I take it this is a personal visit and nothing business related?” I asked him. “You need to be crowned, officially,” he said. “Why? I’ve declared it months ago,” I said to him. “Yes, but a coronation makes it more official, especially in the presence of head Alphas,” he said to me.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

And even though King was evidently half-awake, Kane still pushed forward. He held King’s chin, his kisses trailing from his lips down to his chest, his abdomen, and finally his groin. King’s groin was throbbing, and his manhood stood proud. When Kane saw that, he was filled with arousal. He wanted to play with King… He wanted to own him. Not just the painting, but the subject himself. “You’re mine, King Kairos Marchetti.” 'All mine,' he thought, finally touching him. His hands wrapped around King’s manhood, and he was stupefied by how warm it felt between his fingers.

his advisor spoke who was standing quietly near the door, watching the King pace back and forth. “After the war, IF he wins…” King Janoer emphasized. He cannot trust a traitor. If they concede to him now, it would also mean risking his region’s future. If Harrion wins, he will strengthen his forces and sooner his greed will give the regions a headache when he starts knocking at their doors.

"The Lycan King... he touched my shoulder, and this appeared." Aura stared at the glowing mark on my skin. She gasped, taking a small step back, her fingers flying to her mouth. "The Lycan King?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine in disbelief. "Two marks? Nova... that is impossible. No one has ever been bound to two rulers." "I didn't ask for this!" I cried, pulling my knees closer as fresh tears ran down my face. "I was just trying to leave the room. I was so hungry, and I wanted air. Now both of them look at me like they want to destroy me."