King Tommen Novels & Stories

“Because he was ready.” Damien steps forward one pace. The air compresses around him, not explosive, but lethal in potential. “You have one sentence to justify your presence,” Damien says calmly. The man’s eyes shift to him. Recognition flashes there. Respect, forced but real. “Alpha King,” the man says quietly. My stomach drops again. Great. Another person who knows titles. “You understand the consequences,” Damien says. “Yes,” the man replies. “Which is why I did not conceal myself.”

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

After she was finished she visibly relaxed. "So Tommasso wants the crown to the peak crew, and he wants you?" I asked this time hearing the irritation in my voice. "Yes." She said with no negative reaction telling me I could ask more. "How do you know?" I looked right into her eyes to show her I had no ill intention with her. "He told me. He said he was going to take Luca out soon and keep me as his own." I shook my head. Luca was his brother, it didn't make sense. "But Luca was his brother," I said slowly still trying to process. "He was, but they weren't close. Luca was raised by the king, the father. He took over after he passed on. He is the younger brother but because Tomm was raised by

I haven’t returned the ones he had given me when I first got here and he didn’t ask for them. I wasn’t the only one who noticed the shift. “Does he ever wear a shirt?” Tom asked one morning, leaning against a tree while I sparred with Liam. “Or does he think it’s illegal to cover those abs?” Tom is King’s third in command and the one with such a sense of humor that there is never a dull moment with him. I love spending time with him most of the time much to King’s annoyance. He gets beneath his skin and makes him seem more human.

With every word spoken, he sent a kick towards Eric's rib cage and his head. Holland watched with a creased brow as King continued his assault on the barely identifiable Eric. While watching, he got a mind link from his disciples. "Where are you?" Tom asked. "Cross the stream and walk two metres to the east. Try to be as quiet as you can. King and his men are around here," he instructed and continued to watch the scene with rapt attention. "You are going to finish what you have started, and I don't care how you will do it!" King instructed while gesturing for his men to pick up the bruised-up Eric.

Willian was silent this time, and it took a while until he finally said, "I know that Tom is a tough nut to crack, so I'm not going to make it even harder for you. And I'm just here to pass a message from King Avid—just ask if there's anything you need. Nothing is an issue as long as you can get rid of Tom. "That said, you should know that Joan's father is the King of Ambrossia—the country and its people are his duty and responsibility. Tom is sure to make it an international issue if King Avid tries to coerce him by military might, and the world will hence hate him forever. The power of public opinion really must never be underestimated." Jasper nodded in understanding as Willian patiently

he asked. "I love you, Your Majesty," Dylan chimed in using a silly high-pitched voice when he overheard the question. He'd been quiet up until now, concentrating on scrolling through his social media. "Please let me suck on your—" Tom punched his friend in the arm, quieting him. "I told you, King Cold is secretly a girl," Tom said. "He's not," Adrian said, smiling.

'Is it that much of a secret? Robin turned his eyes away, refusing to meet Kenneth's gaze. A thought flashed through Kenneth's mind, and a name jumped out. "You mean, Pamela?" John looked at him like he was an idiot. "You won't say who it is," Kenneth muttered. Thinking of Tommy's allergy incident, John's eyes grew even darker than before. "The third grandson of the King family, Joey King."

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

“/They really do think you’re their King?/” “/It’s not funny!/” I complain. “/It’s hilarious!/” Tom returns. “/And who would you prefer as King?/” Sarah demands of Tom. “/Someone who’d start throwing his weight around? Think about it, really think, how would you feel if someone made you King without asking your permission first? Expecting you to do all the things a King should do, without making sure you had money, or people to help, or an army, or anything at all?/”