Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

"I'll be honest. I kept you here because you offended someone I cherished. You treated Debbie like dirt, and I wanted to show you that life isn't about flexing your status like the whore you've been acting like." Chloe looked up at me, but the fire was gone from her eyes. She just looked small. "Black is not an Alpha," I continued. "You heard them. He cannot assume the throne of an Alpha without the ritual, which you were actively involved in." "So… who is this Kingmaker?" Chloe asked, referring to what she had just heard. "Debbie. His wife." She stared, dumbfounded, almost drooling now. "Debbie is the Kingmaker. She is the only one who can truly make an Alpha, but he doesn't want her heart,

Berserkers are obsessed with wood, and Viki also has a deep love for books. ‘Smut books with monsters and aliens,’ Raven groans, remembering the book Viki gave me two days ago. ’Reading about Krakens mating with a human male was—’ Raven interrupts me before I can finish. ‘Traumatic, that’s what it was.’ I snort before going to look inside the closet for a new set of sheets and a blanket. While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

Hunters were such a pain especially when they were in a group of more than three. Anna had two daggers that Raphael gave her as a promise to always protect her. Now it was to protect the very family that was in exile. Erik had given Abbey a double edge axe as she loved to swing stuff around. She had learned very quickly on how to use it. Byron had thought to give Kaitlyn a short sword as her arms were smaller and she could swipe faster at it. Belle held the black obsidian spear Zephyr gave to her a few days before she had been exiled. It could retract and fold out when necessary.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

His thoughts fractured memories of his mother humming softly while she cooked, her hands smoothing his hair when nightmares woke him, her breaking slowly after his father died. He had promised to take care of her. His vision blurred but he refused to let the tears flow. “I don’t want to lie,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t want to be…” “An asset?” Dexter supplied. Charlie flinched. Dexter’s voice softened, just a fraction. “You already are,” he said. “You just don’t get paid for it yet.” Silence pressed in from all sides. The room felt smaller. The walls closer. Charlie’s breath came shallow, uneven. He tasted salt and metal and fear. He hadn’t noticed how his body was shaking.

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

“Yes. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect myself and the pack.” “Good.” She turns, pulling a darker, more worn grimoire from a shelf. The book thuds ominously on the table, dust motes swirling in the air. “This is the King family grimoire, passed from one Luna to the next. It contains spells that are not for the faint-hearted. You will learn to bind, to curse, and if necessary, to destroy.” I nod, feeling the gravity of what I’m about to learn. It’s a stark departure from the light, defensive magic Kris taught me, but necessity dictates I adapt.

Oh, man, I'm no pyromaniac but I was sure playing with fire. I return to my room. I need a break from the tensions of the king and prince; time to clear my head. I gather papers and jot down a quick note: Silver–kills Wolfsbane–heals Good to know. I wonder if there's a way to track the killer without looking for a wound. For one, I wanted my f*cking dagger back. The bastard had run off with it still lodged in his shoulder. I look over my notes of the royals. I needed to start with Elysia and the strange conversation I overheard.

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