Kings Path Novels & Stories

"They are part of my guard and help organize events within my domains." I wasn't mistaken, they have the position that would be Luna's in the pack... No Luna would appreciate being replaced by a slave. I just turn to each one, looking carefully to memorize their names and their positions. "It's nice to meet you!" James says. "My King has been after you for so long, we've even been through the lands of Avalon and beyond." He seems genuinely excited to meet me, but when he notices that I don't react, he raises his eyebrows and looks at Soren.

Staying makes sense now. Facing the dying king comes first. After that, the path leads upward - to the summit where his court waits. We stand for tomorrow - no blades, just honesty about who we are now.

we explain quickly while walking to Karina's room and a small sigh comes through the phone before his response. "Unfortunately Adeline can not join Pack Thurman without becoming it's leader. She is royalty now. The last King had two younger brothers. They technically formed a royal pack of their own. According to the royal history book, the three royals could mindlink with one another outside of wolf form. The final shift caused a permanent connection between their wolf spirits. Since The King and his wolf are one the beings of the same bloodline are all connected with him. Offspring of The King will also have a permanent connection. This connection begins when an individual gains a wolf and

He sardonically retorted back – making his brother clench his jaw in pure annoyance. He mockingly smirked. “You needed more proof, right? Might as well, used them as pawns.” King Hades ruthlessly stated. “Let’s get going, then.” Prince Raven couldn’t say ‘no,’ so he just made his way to their secret passage out of the castle that was connected to the woods. The king didn’t need to exert much effort and time, for in just a few minutes, he had already reached the end of the hidden passage. They secretly turned into their wolf form and ran in a meteoric speed. No one had seen them running into that part of the woods – for it was the most dangerous zone under his territory. No one ever dared to

“Yeah well, they have decided to try and use my pack as an example and try to cure us all. Hundreds of them planning on attacking sometime soon.” Cursing, Charles leaned back in his chair, hand on his drink on the table. “Well, what’s the plan? I mean obviously you’re going to light a fire under their ass but it would be good to know what the hell is happening if I need to mobilize the boys to safeguard the town.” “Alpha King is sending out troops to be lead by the First Alpha Prince. My warriors plus them, we are going to have an all out brawl in the forest.” Charles whistled. “The First Alpha Prince? How the hell did you swing that? Doesn’t that mean they are first in line to take the thro

He always did. The sound of boots on stone broke the stillness. I turned. He was there, Kael walking down the path with that same unhurried grace, as though the world bent itself to his pace. The moon caught in his dark hair, his expression calm, unreadable. He looked every inch the king, but something in his eyes made my pulse stumble. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stopped a few paces from me, his gaze travelling slowly, deliberately, as though stripping away every layer of composure I had tried to build.

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

The kid—who is a proxy for the King—won’t be able to present himself which in turn worsened the condition the King is in. “Is this… The end, my King?” Rox hushed to the slumbering King. In his eyes, fear and anxiousness began to show as his brows creased into a pitied look, pitying the King in front of him, and pitying himself. Before Rox wanted to touch the King’s face, he suddenly heard the sound of a panting. He immediately turned his whole body around to see Marcus was catching up his breath, both his feet safely entered the room.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.