Kings Game Novels & Stories

"But that's totally wrong and not what I stand for! I started by changing the whole narrative. Being addressed as a King even if it might sound so stupid in most of you all's ears. But today, I saw a bunch of women who were untrained because they were women and seen as weaklings! Women who couldn't defend themselves. Women wounded, regardless of the fact that they didn't get proper training and you call this a game or a comedy show?! We deserve more! We deserve better!" Just then, the master of ceremony went to the King and lowered his head. The King said something to him and the MC stared right at Athena from the other side of the amphitheater. "Everyone knew that the King had said somethin

Controlled. Untouchable. Whatever game was being played, it hadn’t started with Kingsley. It had started at home.

“To show the new peace and harmony between the North and the South, the Kings will open the floor with a special demonstration!” Everybody started clapping. I felt a wave of annoyance. I wasn't in the mood for games, I just wanted to sit here and smell my mate. Maddox reached into a basket and pulled out a small, folded ball of paper. He opened it and grinned. “The first game is called The Descent of the Moon.” He looked toward us, and I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

I teased. It was no kept secret that the Alpha king had a reputation for keeping exotic creatures. He also had a reputation for being cold. He had wiped out whole clans and packs within his rule, everyone was weary of him, he was a legend in itself, said to have descended from the Goddess herself. He was unstoppable, a story to tell children into scaring them straight. “You… Genesis I am… Have you never seen the king,” he fumbled, appearing almost shocked.

In the west wing, Rowan poured himself a glass of wine and stared out at the forest. “So the king chooses to bare his throat,” he murmured to the empty room. “Let us see how long he can keep his crown when the old blood starts to howl.” He raised the glass in a silent toast. The game had entered a new phase. And Caelan Ashford was now the prize everyone wanted to claim.

I closed my eyes, but I didn't fall asleep for a long time, and every time I did, I just saw those sharp, dark eyes looking up at me from the head of the table. "Prove it," he’d said. "Watch me," I whispered into the empty room. The game was on. And God help anyone who got in the way, especially Eli, and especially my brother. Because when it came to something this perfect, I didn't know how to share, and I definitely didn't know how to lose. I could feel the obsession starting to take root, deep and ugly and beautiful all at once. It wasnt just a bet, it was a war. And I had every intention of being the last man standing.

That also makes me the top ten players of the server that reached the 380s level. “Alright, Marcus…” I reasoned to myself. “Think of this as that game instead of reality. You are a daydreamer so you’re a pro for that.” I took a deep breath and exhaled. Even though I am still in pain, my daydream mode slowly kicked in, masking the pain with excitement to finish this level. I then marched forward—towards a haunting music that conveniently came closer to me—with a grin on my face. *** Rox In a gloomy, dimly lit room, Rox was standing in front of the King who is restrained by strings of flesh. His grey eyes stared quietly at the King’s pale face.

" Nope I haven't and Am not interested in seeing him " " Oops that hurts ,She's really not interested in seeing me ,how possible is that, ladies will kill themself just spend a night with me so what is she talking about ,I kept wondering Myself . " So tell me why don't you want to see him " " Nothing much it's just that am not a fan of the king and I will never be " " Don't you think that's harsh " " I Don't think so ,can I let you in on a little secret "

THE GAME PARTY There was a festival that was usually made in honor of hunters.That day, every able youths will go game hunting, and the King will buy the biggest game from the one who kills it, and pay an unusually big amount to such a skillful hunter. And when the king must have purchased the game, he will back it on his horse, to the kingdom, it will always be assumed, that such game was hunted by the king himself.