Novel & Cerita Kings Of Chaos Book 1

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

For the first time since I had arrived— It felt… right. And then— Chaos materialized. Not beside me. At a distance. As if— He wasn’t sure how I would react. “My Queen?” he said carefully. I looked at him. Steady. Grounded. “King Sol and Order are currently in the spirit realm,” Chaos continued. “They are keeping Maxwell contained until dawn.” My chest tightened. But I didn’t panic. Because now— I understood. “As soon as the sun rises in the mortal world,” Chaos added, his voice softer now, “your King will come back to you.”

Willow requested with a straight face. "Where was I before I was rudely disturbed? Oh yes, I want you to spy on the vampire king and report his activities. Unlike the werewolf king, this king is not bothered about the raising rogues in his area. His behavior is somewhat suspicious and I want to know what is he hiding" "What do you think will happen if we don't catch this culprit?" "Then I believe we will be facing an army of intelligent rogues. And these rogues are made. That means anyone can be turned rogue. No one is safe. And it is limitless."

We were prepared for whatever threat just entered. But it wasn't a threat, it was a healer. She ran into the throne room and fell to her knees before the dais, her head hung low. “How dare you barge into the High Lords meeting? Do you have a death wish, woman?” Kalias thundered, smoke emitting from his nose. I threw a side glance at Aidas and he nodded in understanding. The Fireborn High Lord might lose his temper very soon, no one wanted him to burn the throne room down. Again.

This man was living like a supernatural billionaire king straight out of fantasy romance novels and somehow nobody thought to warn me. “You really built all this?” I asked quietly while sitting down. Jayden sat beside me before stretching one arm across the back of the couch casually. “With my mates help.” He responded with a dreamy smile. “But still.” He looked around the room slowly afterward. “When I first got here everything was chaos,” he admitted quietly. “The kingdoms were constantly fighting. People kept trying to kill each other every five business days.” “That still sounds like our family.” “That’s fair honestly.” I smiled slightly despite myself.

She might love Caleb or think she does, but I am the one that will eventually marry her and make her happy. With the help of the witches, the vampires that haven’t fled are killed, while the dragons are forced to shift into their human form and are dragged into the portal. If rumors are true, the King of the Dragons has some understanding with Tatiana regarding rogue dragons, but I am yet to know all the details, as I have been an Alpha for a short time, and there are many things that I still don’t know.

Until the supernatural and mortal world was safe again. After tearful reassurances, they settled with their mates. He pulled Mish to his lap, embracing her securely, and wiping her tears. His heart, beating for her, squeezed in pain. Her nephews and niece meant a lot to her. To them. Mounted on the walls were cinema-like screens. Alexander, the Lycan King had called for an emergency council meeting. Lucas, the Dragon King had started to extrapolate, presenting hard shreds of evidence. They were prepared to go to war. Four powerful kings could not be stopped by elders. He had the second-largest army in all of the realms, hardened soldiers, integrated with the wolves, waiting at his command.

And yet, Garrick… Garrick had moved for me. But why was a king—my mate—so quiet in the presence of these people? Why did he look… conflicted? Like there were strings on his limbs, holding him back from acting on his own will? He was Ronan, the ruthless, terrifying, unforgiving king of our kind. And yet he hadn’t spoken more than a few words in my defense. Hadn’t claimed me. Hadn’t even looked at me properly. Why? Why did Chloe’s family matter so much?

“You once stole a dance from me. Tonight, I return it with a crown. Wear it, Serenya Vale, and bind this kingdom before it unravels.” Serenya’s breath caught. She turned her gaze to Kaelen, who stood steady, his dark eyes searching hers. He said nothing—but his hand tightened briefly on hers, a silent vow: whatever choice she made, he would not leave her. And so she knelt. The crown descended. But the moment the metal touched her brow, the air split. Shadows poured from the cracks of the hall like smoke made flesh. Candles sputtered out, plunging the chamber into chaos. Gasps and screams filled the air as darkness twisted into clawed forms, more terrible than those they had faced before.

A law I wish I could break free from. Humans have kings but we dragons have not had a king in over a thousand years since the Fires of Alira. Since dragons have broken away from the old kingdom of Highmire, individual dragon hordes are ruled by chieftains. One would think that being the daughter of the most powerful man in the horde would mean I have an easy life, but that is not the case. Because of who I am, I am held to higher expectations than anyone else. I must be stronger than most. If I am weak, it makes my father look weak.