King Von Son Novels & Stories

The truth of what he had done. Sebastian Blackthorn. Crown Prince of the Royal Bloodline Pack. Only son of Alpha King Alaric and Queen Seraphina. Heir to the last royal line of wolves. To the kingdom, he was untouchable. A legend in the making. The boy born to carry the weight of an empire. His father told him often: You will be king. You will rule. You will not break. To the people, he was revered. Their future. Their pride.

Twenty years later, in one of the wedding race arenas, King Luo was the current king of the Kingdom of the Winds and the fourth brother of Princess Lian. The yard is below, she was sitting next to her brother, the king on the left side, while her sister is sitting on the other side. Today, the daughter of the King of Georgia is the one who will be in the race to be raced by the princes.

“I am Keondra, my father served this kingdom for many years.” Fresh murmur evaporated into the air. “Silence!” The elderly man standing next to the king loudly said. The king sat alone, meaning he wasn't married. “Who is your father, child?” The man asked. He must be the king's advisor. Some things indeed hasn't changed. Keondra went on one knee. “Lord Ludwig Lucian.” The man look down at the king who adjusted on his throne. “Do you know who that is?” The King finally spoke.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

I'm not letting her go. I tucked the comforter over to her chest. My attention dragged to her face. My gaze slid down and leisurely climbed its way back up, hovering over her lips. I wanted to crush my lips once again. She needed to rest. She's new to all this. I wasn't hoping for her to be untouched. My lips slightly pulled up. I'm the new king, struggling under the weight of my new position. I'm thankful she had sent the pictures and video clip to her parents and my parents. Otherwise, I would be facing a lot of damage. I don't believe in remnants of the family fortune. I'm a Royal businessman. Many wanted to tear me down. She seriously gave my heart a jolt when I received a call from my f

For he managed to escape the death that was chasing him. Indeed, that person is none other than Clad Volmar, the son of Conor’s daughter. Possessing the power that his grandfather had, even the current king, Allan Voneveir, knew that if he was left there, he could be a threat. 'I wonder how I will tell this to the king.' Even he knows how hard it was to please the king, Allan Voneveir… 'I hope I can come back home with my neck intact.' About to leave, he felt an unfamiliar gaze. A gaze that made him shiver as if he was under the gaze of someone with high authority.

the king asked. "Yes, father. They have come to celebrate my birthday with me" Kelvin said. The rest greeted the King and he smiled. "It's good to see you kids once more" "Where is mother?" Kelvin asked. "She visited the vampire realm. She should be on her way back" "Any news about the vampire Queen?" Jasmine asked. "You must be my son's mate," the King asked and Jasmine nodded. "You've grown bigger than the last time. I can't wait to have you as my daughter-in-law. I heard you've got a lot of power"

But that only lasted a moment; he straightened his back and looked over at Deonna. “What it looks like is you have deceived me!! Those dirtballs were supposed to die and yet here they are… alive,” the king hissed through his teeth. “You disrespected me and my kingdom.” “I won’t allow any harm to come to Deonna or my son,” Marlon said, stepping forward. “So, the rumors are true? You mated with the dirtball?” The king spat. “Pathetic.” “This kingdom means the world to me,” Marlon tried to argue.

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.