Kings Row Novel Novels & Stories

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

Edward and I got to the last floor , That was when I noticed the he was half naked he only had his trouser on ,I got a clear view of his back he had a large tattoo of two wings on his back ,I quickly averted my eyes from his back because I was already having stupid thoughts,I look at his hand he was holding his sword tightly ready to strike " What going on here" His voice was loud enough that everyone stood still. " I wouldn't repeat myself what's going on here " Lady Alice burst into laughter . " Haha... Finally the king and his whore has decided to listen to me " " Alice behave yourself " " Why should I behave myself , You ...you have finally made me a laughing stock among my peers ,Do you

The words settled into my chest like cold lead, driving the air from my lungs. I pulled myself deeper into the shadows, the vanilla sweetness of my scent curdling into a sharp, bitter wave of defensive adrenaline. The old insecurities, the ones that had haunted me at the Palace while Julian systematically traded my dignity for political favors, returned with a violent, suffocating force. They were right. The realization was a jagged blade turning in my gut. Rowan was the Butcher of Kings City, a man whose absolute, unyielding control had kept a fragile peace across the entire West District. And I was systematically dismantling it.

I couldn't see the title since she shut the book, placing it down beside her when I walked into the room. "So, Queen tells me that King wants us to mark each other. You do know there is no chance in h3ll I'm going to mate with you, not until I find out the truth about you. So why don't you come over here and we can do this marking thing." Is this girl for real? Who says I wanted to mate with her right away? I don't even know her. We need to get to know each other. And what I know of her is that she's crazy and bossy. And as soon as she realizes she can't do that with me, the sooner the better. Walking over to her, moving the book, and placing it down on the table, I noticed the title: “The K

It was only a matter of time before her father came for her, being in her debt of an old favor years ago I couldn’t bear to refuse her. “I haven’t seen that wife of yours in a minute.” She muttered as she bent to pick a rose, “Trouble in paradise, Row?” I frowned, not fond of the cordial name bestowed upon me, “it’s Rowan and no—there’s no trouble in paradise. We’re just giving each other space.” “She’s less pretty than I expected. The news is all over you know? The blood moon king finally claiming his Luna. I was disappointed a little, I thought i—

Blood bloomed across his chest. The fighting stopped. Everyone turned to watch. The king fell to his knees. "This changes nothing. You'll never be the ruler they need." "Watch me." Rowan pulled his sword free. King Aldric collapsed. Dead. The throne room erupted in chaos. Some guards threw down their weapons. Others fought harder. But the tide had turned. The king was dead. And Rowan stood victorious.

“Don’t touch me like that, my wife will not like that.” My heart is racing, one wrong move and he’s going to fall to his death right in front of me. I’ve got enough horrors to keep me up at night, I don’t need one more. Much less another in which I lose him, this time, possibly forever. “Kingston.” “I’m married too, genius.” Rowan scoffs, one hand firmly wrapped around Kingston’s leg. Kingston groans, jumping off the railing, and he almost crashes to the ground, but Rowan helps him, causing both of them to stagger backwards. “Then go touch your wife.” He says, shoving Rowan away.

The man on his right shifted on his feet before clearing his throat. “My King, we have been expecting you,” said Nover, a fire dragon whose lineage were tasked of guarding all that were of direct importance to the Dragon King. He was two inches taller than his younger brother and fellow sentry on duty, Noel. They both had light golden flecks decorating their pale grey eyes, adding to their appeal. Since their duties were mostly confined indoors, they had no reason to hide their true appearance from the human society. And so, their hairs were as they as they were naturally – black and streaked with greyness that matched their eyes.

As important and special as those times were to me, I can't imagine they would be anywhere near the spectacle that could occur here. "Events sound fun." "Not these events, where his rich friends pour honey in your ear and touch your waist innocently, and think it's okay," she mutters sourly, a darkness creeping into her eyes that has me shivering. "Tai...the King never stops them?" I ask. He may have prefaced his offer with the promise that I don't owe myself to him, and that I'm not expected to be his mistress, or anything of that nature, but I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't exactly restricting of his friends desires.

Lycans had hunted them down, believing them to be dangerous, and wiped out their kind—or at least, that was what history claimed. But could they have survived in secret? Could they still be out there? I was so deep in thought that I nearly jumped when a guard entered my chambers. “My Lady,” he bowed quickly. “The Kings have arrived.” I froze. My mind went completely blank for a moment. Then the words hit me all at once. The Kings. Rowan. Damien. They were back. I bolted out of my chambers, my heart racing, pushing past the startled guard. I barely registered my surroundings as I rushed through the corridors, my feet barely touching the ground.