Kings Row Novel Novels & Stories

The flicker of moonlight streamed lazily through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal chamber. Heavy velvet curtains swayed slightly with the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender and old magic. Rowan sat on the edge of their enormous bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she lowered the enchanted phone from her ear. Her face was blank, pale, drawn tight with worry. The soft creak of a door opening snapped her from her trance. King Alexander emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his wet, muscled form wrapped in nothing but a silken robe, droplets still clinging to his skin. His steps were quiet, almost cautious, as he approached her.

Speaking of Liza, she’s currently enjoying the scenery that was passing by the window of the Carriage. From now on, this is my new home, my new world. I hope things will go well. -End of the chapter-

Elena watched as Seraphine pulled out a chair and sat beside Kael. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up immediately, and judging from the way Rowan had returned to staring at his book, he was not particularly thrilled either. “Oh, what an interesting choice of book,” Seraphine said as she glanced at the cover. “It is,” Kael replied. “Apparently Rowan thinks it is fiction pretending to be history.” “Because it is,” Rowan said without looking up.

Kayo arrived in full form, her tails lashing out to subdue others. Rowan entered calmly, uttering words that unraveled the existence of four more. Nerida enveloped the shadows, claiming the rest silently. Only the King remained. Weakened, defiant. The crown still clung, draining her. Celeste breathed faintly. I knelt beside her, cradling her gently. Remy whispered desperately: “Hold on, storm queen. Stay with me.” Rowan joined us, his final page glowing with our combined blood. Rowan said firmly:

The Secret Within the Bond Rowan's POV The First King's Road disappeared behind us before the sun reached its highest point, but we never continued to the sanctuary. Not after what happened, not after my body betrayed me. I remembered the battle, the arrows and the sound of steel against steel. The strange power that had erupted from my hands and then...nothing but only darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the frozen trees, but I was inside the Northern Castle. My first thought was confusion, and my second was fear, real fear. Because I remembered Kael's face before everything went black.

Chapter 3 Axel I was just finishing up in the bar. I had kicked the last few lads out of the bar at closing time. I was cleaning the counter and wiping the tables. We did have cleaners that did the cleaning, but I found it therapeutic. I was wiping the bar down when I heard a loud noise outside. I could hear men arguing. That’s all I need. I opened the doors and saw two men fighting. I ran over to them and grabbed both of them by their collars and dragged them apart. “What the fuck is going on? Get out of here before I call the cops.” I was a big fuck. I’m tall, well over 6 feet. I was built, I spent an hour in the gym every day, like I said, I’m a big fuck. I was intimidating. And a member

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

The floor seemed to tilt,just slightly, just enough to make the world shift an inch. I knew about curses, in fragments. I’d heard the whispers as a pup and the harsher versions as an omega: kings who broke before they found their mates, kings who tore their courts apart on blood moons because the power had nowhere to ground itself. I had wondered why I hadn’t felt Rowan’s wolf earlier, I had thought perhaps he had kept himself hidden to perfect the disguise. Two nights, she said. My palm throbbed beneath the clean bandage, as if my body recognized the date and disapproved of what it might entail.

“Come on Lazarus, lets get you back to the house.” Lazarus shrugged the Kings hand off never leaving his gaze where his daughters walked. He craved to just hold his baby girls now knowing the truth. He heard his Babys bashing this so called boss down the hallway. Five years, five years and it felt like eternity. The King put his hand back on his shoulders, Lazarus turned around and snarled at him. Raja walked up and pulled Lazarus away from the King. Cassius and Byron stepped up close to Zephyr.

Mason's family is very sweet and welcoming. A few hours have passed and I met most of his uncles, aunties and cousins. I also had the honor of meeting the first ever Werewolf King and Queen. Mason's grandparents. Rena And Phillip King. I have yet to meet Mason's younger brother. He is out on training but is expected to be here by the time everybody sits down for dinner. As the table is being set by the servers ,the door opens and in walks an almost exact replica of Mason and Elijah. Damn how strong are these werewolf genes.