Kings Of Anarchy Novels & Stories

Surrounded by 4 other guys who escorted me here, and in front of him stood the owner of Fight Club where I work as a fighter. "Welcome! Xavier, right?" The big boss gestured to me to take a drink which I denied. The fact he knows my name doesn't fancy me, obviously, he must have known my data. "And I'm still wondering who you could be?" I mused, causing the owner of the club's eyes to shoot out of his sockets. The man laughed, before introducing himself. "I'm Kyle. The right-hand man of the Kings." Okay. That explains all this black clothing and shady acts. Kings are the most dangerous gang who almost runs more than 3 halves of the city. Nobody dares to cross them or ends up losing their liv

"Open it." Inside, photographs. Blueprints. A schedule. "The Rossi brothers," Viktor said. "Or should I say the wolf kings. Specifically, Alpha Kazimir. He's meeting with the allied packs next week. Border security. Trade agreements. Military positioning." He tapped the folder. "I need to know what's been discussed." I stared at him. "You want me to spy on him." "I want you to listen. Sit in the room. Keep your ears open. Report back to me."

"You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?" "The Calloways," I said, shrugging. "I saw the names. Rich, I assume?" "Rich?" Petra laughed, making this high-pitched sound that drew looks from a group of passing freshmen. "Their family basically owns half of this state, Eli. They’re huge legacy students—like, their great-grandfather built the library. Cain is the intense one, and Cole is the one who looks like he’s constantly plotting something sketchy. They don't talk to people, and they definitely don't let people st

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

“Which means they’ll make another mistake.” A smile crossed my face. “They’re counting on the kings.” I leaned back in my chair. “They’ll never expect us.” Whatever Maddox and Ralph put into motion next, they wouldn’t be fighting one enemy. They’d be fighting many. The kings. The White Wolf. And the two shadows they would never see coming.

"At the challenge. I should be there to support him." "Absolutely not," Jax said. "It's too dangerous. If Viktor has spies watching the fight they'll spot you and then your location is compromised." "Who is Viktor," I asked. "Cain mentioned him but didn't explain." Jax hesitated and I could see him debating how much to tell me. "Just tell me," I said. "I'm tired of being kept in the dark." "Viktor is the alpha of the Iron Fang pack," Jax said. "He's the one who broke Marcus out. Apparently he's planning to take over the entire region and he wants you and the babies as part of his plan."

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Andre The king arriving brought my game to a swift end. That much was clear, but I still had to save my pack even if I couldn’t be saved anymore. I was sure he would kill me, so I ordered my beta to take over the pack and make a run for it. The king arrived so suddenly, that I wasn’t sure if he had a damn army with him or not. His soldiers could already be on their way to wiping my people out, and I wouldn’t know it!

My fathers bloodline is the last lineage of the Alpha King in our area of the country. There was once a table of Alpha Kings. My fathers line was the King of the West. There was a King of the South “King Allistair Porter, one of the North King Victor Luthor, and one of the East King Bastian Waldorf.” The Southern and Northern Kings did not get alone. Allistair felt that Victor was too power hungry and consumed with greed. The Eastern King was very peaceful. He was only a warrior when he needed to be. He wished peace and love on all werewolf kind.

Lord Alden's words had struck a nerve, casting doubt on the king's character and motives. "He has exploited our resources, leaving the common people to suffer under his oppressive reign," Lord Alden continued, his voice gaining strength. "His actions have shown a complete disregard for justice and mercy. He has silenced dissenting voices with violence, leaving the blood of the innocent staining our once-proud kingdom." Lord Alden's words painted a grim picture of a king driven by self-interest and disregard for his subjects. I couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for Lord Alden, for his desperate attempt to shed light on the alleged atrocities committed by the one meant to protect and l