Kings Games Rules Novels & Stories

{ CROWN SERIES - Book 1 to Book 6 } Torn between the Lycan King & Alpha King, Teresa Lawrenceville had to choose one side to avenge her family's death but unfortunately both kings hated her. From being an omega princess, Teresa had chosen the life of slavery, a life of torture and hatred. She craved revenge but the kings, Nicolas Iglesias & Vincenzo Iglesias craved her. Will they become an obstacle in her journey of revenge or her destruction?

Vivian Kane is a ghost in the digital underworld, slipping into Alessandro Costello’s world like she’s always been there. She lifts his wallet with a swipe of her fingers, and just like that, she’s not only hacked his systems—she’s hacked his life. Alessandro Costello doesn’t do forgiveness. She’s made it personal, and now he’s out for blood. He’s ready to turn her life into a living nightmare, using every dirty trick he knows to make her regret ever crossing him. What starts as a simple theft quickly spirals into something far darker. They’re trapped in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, where every touch and taunt turns up the heat until it’s a steamy, no-holds-barred battle of lust and dirty games. In this twisted mind-fuck, trust is a luxury neither can afford.

After Jasmine’s father puts their pack in debt, the Lycan kings offer her father a deal to pay off the pack's debt in exchange for his daughter. Unfortunately, her father doesn’t hesitate in selling her off to the Lycan kings and she has no choice but to obey her father’s order. The rumors she has heard about the powerful and wealthy Lycan kings who ruled over all four groups of packs were beyond terrible! Things get more twisted when she finds out she’s mated all three of the Lycan kings! Can she soften the hearts of the cruel Lycan kings? Or will the new life she's thrust into completely ruin her?

“I want you to ruin me. To fuck me like nothing else matters.” Zoriana’s breath hitched, the air in her lungs turning to ice as she stared into the darkened eyes of the man pinning her against the warehouse door. Outside, the pack’s founding day celebration was a blur of music and laughter, but in the shadows, there was only the scent of rain and the dangerous heat radiating off Alpha Tristan. “You’re mated to my brother, Zoriana,” he growled, his voice a dark, jagged rasp against her ear. His mouth brushed her pulse point, sending a shiver of pure, traitorous electricity through her blood. “Do you have any idea what I’ll do to you if I stop being a gentleman?” Zoriana didn't care about the crown, didn't care about the Royal bond or the destiny written in the stars. She arched her back, her nails grazing the hard muscle of his shoulders as she pulled him closer. “Then stop being a gentleman, Tristan. Show me the monster everyone says you are.” *** Zoriana’s world shattered overnight when her mate’s betrayal turned her from a beloved Luna into a rogue. She did not break. Rising from the ashes, Zoriana founded her pack and built an empire that shook the very foundations of the shifter kingdoms. The higher she rises, the deeper she is trapped in a web of deadly intrigues and twisted truths. Zoriana is caught between the Royal Alpha she is sworn to support and his ruthless brother—a devilish enemy who ignites a forbidden, soul-searing desire she cannot control. In a world of poisoned blood and lethal lies, Zoriana must choose: the crown she fought for, or the man who could be her undoing? Content Warning: Explicit Language, Graphic Violence, and Mature Sexual Themes.

"You belong to the Demon Kings. They are coming for you. You can't be with any man other than both of them Sabrina!" * * * * * Sabrina earliest memories of her childhood since she was four, was seeing her mother perform various rituals whilst she sat in a circle and watched like a loyal dog. Countless number of times her mother would remind her of her fate which was to be the predistened queen of Ashrea. Twenty years later, Sabrina thinks she has the perfect life sort out for her--a well paying job, a fiancè and a bright future in the press industry where she worked. Her mother's words were forgotten and seen as insane rambling. Well not until the day two god like men showed up out of the blue claiming to be her mates and they were fully going to claim what was rightfully theirs--their demon bride.

They always said we should be good…… but we chose to be ruined. This isn't a fairy tale. It's a confession where every secret is bared. A collection of every moment where “No” turns to “Please” and all boundaries are crossed. These are not just stories. It's a control to spread your legs wider and let your finger do the dirty things you've always thought in your head. Where everything called morals is stripped away and you're left with only the heat in between your legs. Here there's no stopping. The step-brothers are without restraint, best-friend daddies do not care even the bosses in the office do not only control your day but fucks you till your world falls apart. There's no gentle, no careful and definitely no love. So lock your door. Lower the lights and find out how good the forbidden tastes.

I was sold to four Alpha Kings, not mated to one. The Fifth Law gives me thirty days to choose a consort. The other three Kings must die by my hand — or the Moon Goddess will kill all five of us. The problem? My blood is the weapon. Rook the Necro-wolf begs me to kill him. He dies in the arena on Day One and gets back up smiling. Silas the witch-wolf is possessed by his mother, who wants my blood to steal his throne. Theo the blind prophet has already seen himself die for me. And Kain — the cold scientist who built me as Project Moonbane — designed me to end the Law. After Day Seven, one cut from me can kill a King for good. If I refuse to choose, the Alpha who sold me will give my little sister to all four Kings at once. Thirty days. Four monsters who want me. Three I have to murder.

Elara thought she was inheriting a cottage. Instead, she inherited a debt, and three Alpha Kings who claim she belongs to them. Kieran, Caspian, and Alaric are triplet werewolf rulers bound by an ancient deal: Elara's grandmother traded her granddaughter for protection twenty-three years ago. Now the debt has come due, and the bond that snaps into place the moment Elara touches Kieran's fur changes everything. She's not just payment. She's their mate, the one woman destined for all three of them. But Elara is hiding a secret even she doesn't know: she's not human. She's a dormant Fae-wolf hybrid, the first Breeder in three hundred years, and the only woman who can give the Alpha Kings their heirs. Her grandmother's binding spell kept her hidden from the Fae Court that wants her dead and the rival packs that would kill to possess her. Now the spell is breaking. As the mate bond intensifies with every full moon, Elara's powers awaken, and so does the attention of enemies who will stop at nothing to get to be the one to bred the breeder or destroy her. Caught between three possessive Alphas who refuse to let her go and a world that wants her extinct, Elara must accept the truth: She was never meant to be human. She was born to be claimed, bred and worshipped. And the Alpha Kings will burn down both realms to keep her.

The day after my wedding night, my mate shattered my heart and my life. He betrayed me, stripped of my title as Luna, and watched as his guards sold me at a blackmarket auction like I was nothing. Then three powerful Lycan brothers bought me, and I found out that I was destined to be their mate. To stay alive, I must endure the brutal Luna Trials, tests designed to break me and make me beg for more, proving I’m strong enough to handling mating with three alphas. But every trial forces me deeper into their world, and into their arms. With a prophecy looming of me being who will change the fate of our kind, I’ll have to survive the heat, the danger, and the men who refuse to let me go.

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.