Kings Of Anarchy Novels & Stories

I had never seen him like this. Not even beneath the mountain. Not even when the smiling creature emerged. "Renn." The old man didn't answer. "Renn!" Finally he looked at me. The fear in his eyes made my blood run cold. "The Thirteen Kings." Lightning flashed again. The Grave Legions continued marching. Relentless. Endless. "What are the Thirteen Kings?" Renn laughed. A broken sound. The laugh of a man discovering things could always become worse. "They ruled before history."

It was possible that he was going to be more slow and subtle, though seeing as Ace was quite probably half-dead already, that wasn’t the smartest way to go. “What’s the move, King?” Val asked him. “Hot or cold?” King looked around at his team, at the group of people that he trusted more than anyone else on the planet to have his back when the shit hit the fan. He took a deep breath, then spoke: “These assholes have never wanted anything but trouble. They’ve gone out of their way to cause hurt and pain. They’ve done their damnedest to start a war.” King narrowed his eyes. “Look, this isn’t just about Ace anymore, though I feel personally responsible for him, and am committed to getting him ou

The word no one had bothered to explain. "Define it," I demanded. Rowan moved away from the window and crossed to his desk. He opened a locked drawer and removed a thin, leather-bound folder. Placed it on the desk but kept his hand over it, like it might bite. "The Kings are visible power," he said carefully. "Corporate. Financial. Strategic. We're the face of the machine." "And the Council?" "Old money. Old blood. Old control." His jaw tightened. "They operate through us. We enforce stability. They maintain the balance."

It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Adon, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful than this?

I lean forward, playing with his stray baby hairs and his now bushy beard. "My name is Henry King, 26 years old, Alpha of Red Fire pack of the northern mountains and the king of Alphas, descendant of the last living monarch of werewolves. I have special abilities to control fire, I used to live with humans where I got military training for 6 years. I build robots in my spare time and own multiple businesses." He licks his lips, catching his breath. That much I know about him. "I have only ever been in 2 relationships, which lasted about 5 months each. I am by no means a celibate man." He finally stops and sucks in a breath.

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

As we searched for an empty table, we spotted one, “So as I was saying earlier…” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Yeah?” I asked settling my butt down. Anna leaned in, a conspiratorial look on her face. "They're known as 'The Kings.' There are four of them; they’ve been friends since freshman year. There's Asher, Jason, Liam, and Noah." I felt a shiver run down my spine as Anna mentioned Noah's name. I tried to push the feeling aside, focusing on what Anna was saying. Gosh! I hated how much effect he had on me; it was alarming, way too alarming for my liking.

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

Astrid’s POV The air crackled with tension as the rogue king’s gaze shifted toward us, his dark eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. Killian’s golden eyes burned with fury, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike. But the rogue king, Ardan, stood unfazed, a shadow of calm amidst the chaos. “You’re relentless, Killian,” Ardan said smoothly, his voice carrying across the clearing like a chilling wind. “But your efforts are misplaced. You cling to a broken system—a hierarchy built on oppression and blood.”