King Tommen Novels & Stories

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

It was amusing how he had his face out the window, pretending not to be interested. "The mayor is not pleased, you say?" Adler reached for the table, where a bunch of grapes lay on a tray. He picked one, throwing it into his mouth, letting the pungent taste distract him from the blowing urge to tell the old man to fuck himself. "He never seemed interested in this, thought it was all Athena." "It isn't," Domenico, disturbed at the sight of him rolling the fruit around his tongue, threatened a chuckle out of him, “the reason I'm taking it into my hands, Adler; the earlier the making of heirs, the better for everyone.’

"Fuck!! this really is happening" Micage mumbled, running his hands through his hair. Emily placed her hand on his shoulder trying to give him the little support she could. "I don't quite get something" Thomas spoke from his place catching everybody's attention. "So if the present king isn't the Alpha king and Melissa is the Alpha while Micage is the King. Who then is the true Alpha King, we need just one to rule us". All eyes casted downwards before turning to Emily, the elder of wisdom. She frowned before letting out a sigh

I heard Verone whisper and I frowned in confusion when my eyes widened at the sight of one of the dragons rubbing her muzzle against Aiden’s. “It would take more than just you to defeat a royal blood, King Verone” one of the black dragons said looking directly at Verone who shied back “I am King Tyson, king of dragons. Those who believe me dead shall face the consequence of their actions” I stayed quiet as I watched the scene before me. Seeing the dragons assemble around the kingdom’s grounds, in front of the palace, around the fields, the roof, what’s left of it, of the palace. Aiden stood by my side as he kept his eyes on my brother who was trying to escape leaving the dragon in the mercy

Andrew smiled while taking his bowl, and we sat side by side enjoying our bowl of ice cream. "He told you his name. He never tells anyone his name, his first name, or anything really. " "Why doesn’t he ?" "He’s the king; he doesn’t need a reason to do what he does." I ended up choking on my ice cream, becoming a slurping and gagging pitiful thing, Andrew flung himself off the chair and was beside me once again with a glass of water. He was the king, Killian was the king. Of course, only I could be foolish enough to fall for the king, but why would he look so young? He’s over a thousand years old! "

"At the next council session, the North and the Church will stand together. We demand a royal betrothal before the end of the month." "And if His Majesty refuses?" Thorne asked quietly. Vance looked back over his shoulder. "Then every noble in this kingdom will begin asking why." "And if he agrees..." A faint smile touched his lips. "...secrets become much harder to hide." Across the palace, another meeting was taking place. The fire burned low inside Lord Raymond's private gallery. Several senior officers stood around a broad marble table while Malakor remained near the window, his hands resting behind his back as he looked across the dark courtyard.

They'll d efinitely tell the chairman that Kaizen had brought his kid brother to the underground world, which is dangerous for innocent Auren. He can't afford to bring his brother to this dirty world!!!

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

I asked Elder Morgana. Damon interrupted her as she was about to speak. “Listen, everyone. I don't care who you are or what you are. I am the only one with the title of a king here. I am not just the alpha of a pack alone. I am the alpha king, and I demand total respect from all of you. It's one kingdom and I lead everyone!”

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik