King's Romance Novels & Stories

the King growled with displeasure for his son. Prince Rowan looked away for a moment and snarled to himself. Then he looked up to his King, "she has a name. I am in love with Vysena, I have created an heir with her, why can I not marry her instead!" "YOU WILL NOT MENTION THE FILTH IN MY PRESENCE!" "Vysena is the only one I will marry! You will deal with it! It is my life and my child!" "DO NOT TALK BACK TO-" The King's roars were cut off as his face froze and he gripped his chest. The man stopped breathing and his face turned purple. Then he fell, face first down the stairs in front of his throne.

He held out a hand to me, and I gladly accepted it. The Seekers hummed in unison, a soft melody. It was delicate and heartwarming. "Tonight, our king is joined to his other half—his companion, his soulmate, and partner. Tonight, we bear witness and celebrate," Ryssa said, her voice ringing in the air like the soft jingling of bells. "Tonight, Mother Selene joins King Denzel Amoris with Princess Kiara Claris in love and eternal harmony. Let the flame of their love burn endlessly. May their lives prosper as their soul threads entwine," she continued.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

He continued as he turned to look at the pretty princess from another kingdom, “I want to spend the rest of my life with her." I could hear my heart beating fast. I clenched my fists as I stared dead into his eyes. "King Derek, what about your fated mate? Aren't you going to find her?" I heard a young girl ask innocently. He scoffed, "My fated mate? I do not want to ever find the person!" He looked at me, his eyes boring into mine. Neither did I move my eyes away from his. "Wherever my fated mate is, I reject you!" he said, clearly directing the words at me from a distance.

Kane asked. Provocatively, he cupped King’s face, locking onto his amber eyes. They weren’t empty like before. Slowly, life was returning to them—especially after hearing the word 'forgiveness.' "I’ll do it, then." Kane closed the tiny gap between them and crashed his lips against King’s. He kissed him roughly, a deep, breath-stealing kiss. Even though King didn’t kiss back, he also didn’t push him away—probably too shocked to react.

It shook the very foundation we stood on. His hands slid down to my ass, and he grabbed it harshly before hoisting me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, our lips met, and we shared an electrifying kiss. This was the difference between Roman and the other kings. When we made love, it was absolutely exhilarating.

Fira gave us one by one. We were seated in front of the table, each of us focusing on the other while sipping a hot chocolate in silence. Nobody wished to converse. King Fire caught my attention. I would never let the possibility that he would harm my sister. However, I could see he was sincere. The Elemental Kingdom was the issue. They would refuse to embrace their affection and love for each other. “You two are dating?” King Fire spoke up while he was bringing down the cup. “No.” We both answered. Though King Wind was asking me to seduce King Ice. Probably that would happen in a week or two, unless Colden liked me. There was no signs that he had eyes on me.

“I, Queen Kimarhi of Lion Island, crown you, Lorcan of Wolf Island: My King, My Fated, and My Home.” I prick my thumb to draw out the blood. I slowly anoint his forehead with a crimson circle and follow it with a kiss. Lorcan then does the same to me with his blood. “I, Lorcan of Wolf Island, accept you, Kimarhi of Lion Island. My Queen, My Fated, and My Home. As Your King, I will protect you and our lands with my life.” The kiss on my lips that follows his promise is electrifying. I know in my soul he means the words. I must break the kiss, or I will rip his clothes off.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

"Queen, why don't we dance?" Damontry's smile widened until it showed its fangs in return and wrapped its arms around the new king's neck and whispered. "Let's dance like the first time." “No curses?” “It is not the nature of kings, right?” Jongin chuckled lightly and nodded before closing the distance between them in a sudden kiss that made Damontry 's body shiver. But he quickly turned away when Damontry bit the tissue of his lips. "You're too damned, William Jongin."