Kingkiller Chronicle Novels & Stories

“I don’t care what you think you know. You’re mine. I own you.” Kimberly’s voice broke. “It was Kael. The Lycan King. He’s the one who took me.” Ogar stilled, then laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “The Lycan King, you say? So you’re marked by a monster. Perfect.” She looked up, fear in her eyes. “What… what do you mean?” Ogar smirked, pulling her close. “I have always found a worthy reason to wipe out that Lycan race. Kael will regret the day he crossed me.”

The King growled. “And I want you dead for hurting everyone that I know and werewolves in general. You sick son of a bitch.” Summer growled. Just as the King lunged at Summer, shifting in mid air, Summer was suddenly thrown out of the way and Ryker was holding Summer’s silver sword that he stabbed right through the King’s chest and into his heart. Summer landed on her back on the ground to see Ryker kill the King in one fowl swoop and the rest of the warriors stopped advancing.

Scheming. With the war raging, I was convicted by the pack and thrown in a silver cell. They injected me with silver poison every day, suppressing my wolf until I couldn't even fight back. I even started to wonder if I'd been kidnapped by a vampire, if I'd been cursed without knowing it. Three years later, Lucas was crowned Alpha King. He came to the dungeons, saying he was willing to forgive his "errant mate." He brought me back to the pack house, where I overheard Sarah talking to my son.

The fact that they were happier by the day and I was more miserable tore my heart in pieces. I'd spent nights since the incident crying. Deluding myself into thinking Lurien would come crawling back to me, begging—he did not. If anything, he's been so cruel. I loved him so much it hurts and I never want to see him again. I want him out of my life for good! But a Luna couldn't rule without an Alpha. When an Alpha dies, his oldest son takes over but when he has an older daughter instead, she has to choose a husband who could help her rule the pack.

Well, you could say that I've resigned to the fate bestowed upon me and it wasn't really pleasing. The only way I could get out of this as soon as possible was to grow my pack and cut things off with the Bloodmoon pack as soon as possible. Was that even going to be an easy feat. "Khaleesi, I have something to tell you...," said Alaric, drawing me out of my thoughts. The serious expression on his face told me about how serious he was and I couldn't help but think. "And that would be?" "I do not think Dan really murdered your parents....he said a few things right before he was found dead in the custody of the Bloodmoon pack. "

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

I’m about to get my virginity savagely taken from me in some twisted revenge. Alpha King Killian was the son of the Alpha of his kingdom. He’s now Alpha King because he rules both the humans and werewolves in this kingdom. My father was cruel to him. I know that. I hated that my father had slaves, I hated that he was cruel to everyone including me, and I hated that he breathed air while my mother was buried in a tomb in the royal cemetery. Killian and the rest of his people hate me. They see me as the monster's daughter that did unspeakable things to them. They don’t realize I was a victim just like them. No they don’t see that and they never will.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

"My mate. And through her, the truth about who really killed my parents." Christopher's expression shifted to something colder. More dangerous. "So be it. You've chosen your side. Remember that choice when the council demands answers for harboring a dangerous criminal." He raised his hand, and his hunters raised their weapons. Kelvin's warriors tensed, ready for battle. And I stood between them, the last Ghost Wolf, the evidence of centuries of conspiracy waiting to be recovered, surrounded by wolves who'd just declared war on one of the most powerful organizations in our world.

I said. “That doesn’t make me feel any better,” she said. “Levi’s not the one I’m worried about, my brother is,” I said to her. “It gets worse.” She sighed. “Kai’s royalty, he was the king of Scotland before Gabriel took over. His eldest son, Jericho, is the Alpha King of all wolves. They’re both married to the women they imprinted on,” I said to her. “Imprinted? What’s that?” she asked.