Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

Cal, chuckled to himself, thinking that things would soon become very interesting. “Alpha Cal, do you accept this position or not?” The Kingmaker continued as if he were oblivious to the tensed undercurrent flowing around him. Cal boldly stepped forward and puffed out his broad chest with full confidence. “I, Cal Rouges of the house of Hank, a descendant of Maku, accept the order of my Alpha and the Blessings of the Moon Mother.” “Good.” The Kingmaker looked up and gazed at the crowd. “Any objections?” He asked.

"Your majesty, I apologize that you have to be on this dangerous journey right after you have just receive the crown from your father." The sincerity in Mrs. Harger's voice who sat at the back of the four wheel drive made me frowned. I should be grateful somehow however, what I feel is the exact opposite. "Do not apologize, Mrs. Harger, I am here because I care about Alpha Xander as his mentor. Yes, my Luna and I are in deep despair that we have to part ways for a while however we all understand my role. I am the Alpha King and this is my objective as the most powerful wolf of the land."

Luca: did he carry you bridal style or what Ember made a noise somewhere between a feral snarl and a wounded animal. “I am literally going to rip his giant fucking head off his stupid tiny shoulders,” she announced, already moving. It wasn’t a plan so much as a launch. She sprang off the couch in one sharp, uncoiled lunge, bare feet barely touching the floor, intent on Luca-shaped violence.

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

Around him, the others shifted, some restless, some rigid, some quietly calculating. “He hasn’t arrived,” Elder Ezekiel said at last, breaking the quiet. “That alone should concern us.” “He wasn’t ordered to,” Elder Renna replied coolly. “This is an internal session.” Elder Virel’s lip curled. “That distinction is becoming thinner by the day.” A low murmur rippled through the chamber. Riven Kaelthorne’s name carried weight here had for years. He was the Kingmaker. The Alpha Commander who had stabilized Highcrest’s borders, dismantled three rival factions, and turned chaos into order through sheer discipline and strategic brilliance.

I went on, “It means heavenly. I will raise her as so. She’ll speak her mind, be her strong self, not afraid to show her emotions or to choose the path and the man she wants.” He puckered his lips. “I would cut any man who tries to hurt her. Better if she turns out to be a lesbian. Creates less drama.” “So you agree men are perverts?” I wiggled my brows, the way he did sometimes, and he shook his head. “Okay, so for the boy, it’s Marcello.” “Meaning?” “Warrior. I know he’ll be strong because of who he’ll have to be in the future, but that’s not why I chose this name. He’ll be a warrior just like his father, and my little angel. I would love even when he loses his innocence.”

This monster is ready to tear her apart if she stumbles in the wrong place. “You don’t understand that you owe your life to our king,” Kyrian continued in the meantime. - When you fell from the cliff, I prayed to the gods to help you survive. And then he appeared. The Lord promised that you would remain alive, and he kept his word! He grew wings for you and found you in that cave. He gave me eternal life and the power to protect you. And you want to kill him! This is inhumane. The young man put the wet handkerchief in a basin of water.

A soft knock on her door had Lady Aurora looking up. "Come in," she called out. A timid maidservant entered and bowed deeply. "The king wishes to see you." "My father," Aurora corrected with a sigh, "the king is my father. You say my father wants to see me." "My sincere apologies, my lady. Your father wishes to see you." "You may leave." Aurora shut the leather-bound book she had been reading and rose. Her right hand lazily untied her hair as she walked out of her room. Long tender blonde curls cascaded down her rigid back.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."