King Story Novels & Stories

Alexei implored hoarsely. Stefan's smile held no warmth, only ambition. "The kingdom thrives best under one ruler. And I intend for that ruler to be me." He raised his sword vindictively. Alexei tensed, awaiting the bite of Stefan's blade on his exposed neck. But suddenly the room exploded into chaos as hidden passages burst open and Alexei's reinforcements poured in. In the confusion, Alexei wrested free of his stunned captor and reclaimed his sword. Surging upright, he cut down the traitorous guards holding his loyal men hostage. Around him, his concealed troops were turning the tide swiftly against the rebels.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Her heart tightens painfully as she stares at the man graced in a black royal robe with a crown resting on his head while having his short curled thick black hair clinging to his head with some strands resting on his forehead. His pink small heart-shaped lips compliment his cuteness. King Sebastian has been ruling the Knight kingdom when he turned twenty, and he has been on the throne for eleven years and six months. He has been known for his cruelty and nothing else. Oppressing and preying on other inferior kingdoms has been what he finds joy in, and Amelie's kingdom happened to be one of his victims. But what she's still confused about, is he had to do that. They never offended him, so why

‘ why don’t you satisfy my friends, my love? Cassandra looked at him in pure hatred. She was stalling every second, desperately trying to rack her brain to find an escape plan, but panic and shock had stupefied her brain. ‘ who are these people? Why are the guards calling you king?’, she asked, moving a step back. Karseus came very close to her. She could smell his foul breath and her body shivered. It made her dizzy and nauseated. ‘ They are the members of the League. I have provoked them to wage war upon that young blond curls whom everyone calls king. They have already accepted me as their leader and they will provide their arms and soldiers to accomplish my mission. Everyone wants to th

Now I understood. *** “What? Are you serious?” Kaiyahv’s brows were drawn together as her older brother continued to tell her a secret, about the King. “Yes. Why would I lie to you? I witnessed it with my own two eyes! And I heard it clearly from his very own mouth. The King is not our real King. The real King is imprisoned in his Creyer that he always carries around. But you have to keep this as a secret or our lives will be in danger!” “But… does Daenza know about this?”

“I know.” The First King laughed. “You have your father's courage.” Kael froze. “Don't speak about him.” “He died because of you.” Kael's expression hardened. “No.” “Yes.” The First King raised the crown. “He knew the only way to stop me was to hide the key.” Kael stared at the crown. “What key?” The First King looked at me. “Her.” My stomach tightened. “Me?” “You were never the key.” He slowly walked toward me. “You were the door.”

Here, take this and have it. The king handed over the drink to him as he sipped a little. His eyes fell on me, noticing the way I stared at him at the moment, looking around him to see that it was him I was staring at. "Are you okay?" At that moment, the king fell. From his high stool, he was distracted. I took that moment, brought out the knife, and ran towards him before he could stop the knife from penetrating into his body. It was already deep in his stomach. He looked towards the knife, coughing out blood as he looked at me, knowing fully well that he had been stabbed in the stomach. I know that won't have an effect on him for long.

Kylie asked while taking large sips of her water. She was referring to Galbraith, the head and lord of the Lion King tribe and the scion of the Kingsman family where she resided. Kylie was supposed to be given details of her first Labour today, and the one who was supposed to brief her was the Crowned Lion King, Galbraith. When she returned from school with Jack and Davies, they had been told that Galbraith had left to address a few issues and would be back later in the day. It was night, but the Crowned Lion King had still not returned. Kylie could not help but feel anxious about his delayed return.

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”