Kings Servant Novels & Stories

“I don’t want a story. I'm not interested in whatever you have to say. You can keep it for your mistress.” He continued anyway. “There was once a servant in ancient Greece who lived in the palace of a powerful king. The king had hundreds of warriors and dozens of advisors. But the servant… he was invisible. No one listened to him. Until one day, the servant learned a secret, a deadly one. And instead of using it to destroy the king, he used it to become his most trusted friend. He whispered advice into the king’s ear, solved palace problems before they became disasters, and fed him lies wrapped in half-truths. Within three moons, the king was eating from his hand.”

CHAPTER 186 AUTHOR’S POV The manservant fell on his two knees as he approached the two kings, his hand shivering as he held out a letter to the Lycan King. "Your Majesty, I've been trying to reach you for days." The manservant said, his gaze completely fixed on Kaiden even as King Odesseus stared at him in confusion. "Hammed, do you know where my mate is?" Kaiden asked, reaching for the paper in the servant's hands.

"With my nod, the first of the servants will start. He will serve the royal couple, the guest, and last the princess. I want you to observe him. He will make his movements as slowly as possible so that you can see them well and memorize them. After serving them all, he will return, but he will be the last in line so that the next one of you will go to do the same with the servant. When he finishes, he will stand last in line, and the next one will start. And you will continue until you are all done. Okay?" "Yes, ma'am," we say in one voice, nodding also okay with our heads. I am the third in a row of young men. So, fourth, if I count from the servant. My mother nods to him, and the servant s

“Well, guess the Lycan King has been redecorating.” The guard grunted, not even dignifying me with a response as he threw me at the feet of a man in a spotless suit and deadpan expression. The butler. “King Elias has assigned you as his personal servant,” the butler said, his voice flat and void of emotions. “You will report directly to me. Follow orders and don’t speak unless spoken to.” My insides curled, personal servant? Didn’t my brother-in-law tell them who I am? “You belong to the King now,” he said sharply, “You clean what he tells you to clean. You sleep when he allows you to and don't even bother running away. You wouldn't make it past ten feet before your legs are cut off.”

I tell him, my stomach twisting as a spray of butterflies launches, trying to work their way out through my throat. “Good,” he says, still smiling. “He will be pleased. Be ready at seven o’clock, please.” “Yes, sir,” I tell him. He shakes his head slightly. “There’s no need for you to call me sir, Isla. You’re not a servant here.” “But aren’t I?” I ask, giving him a pointed look. “I might not be a maid, but I am a servant, I believe.” Seth takes a moment before he says, “In a way, we are all servants, here to do what our king and the kingdom require. But, no, you should not think of yourself as a servant. You are a guest of the king.”

“Here, my king; this gives the statement of royalty. Do you like it?” I bit down on the cuss words that wanted to run out of my throat. I took a calming breath and looked closely at the servant. I hadn’t seen him before, and he looked so enthusiastic to be working. It’s a pity that the zeal is about to be cut short. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “It’s Archer,” the servant replied, smiling. “Good. You’re fired” I said and walked out of the dressing room, Marcus, my beta, following closely behind me.

I had just discovered a web of deceit that went all the way to the top, and I was determined to come to the discovery of the truth. It started with a conversation with one of the palace servants. She had been acting strange all day, and I had finally cornered her in the kitchen. I had determined within me to uncover what was going on. "What's going on?" I demanded, my voice firm. The servant looked around nervously, then leaned in close. "It's the king, Your Highness," she whispered. "He's not what he seems." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

Then— A finger slid under my chin. Slow. Controlled. Commanding. He lifted my face. I met the eyes of the man I’d been trained to kill since childhood. Cold, dark, intelligent eyes. A king in the shape of a monster. Dante Valenti. He looked down at me like he already owned me. “Look at that,” he murmured. “My little captive finally awake.” I let my lips part, voice trembling on cue. “P-please… don’t hurt me…” His gaze sharpened, amused.

Some victory wave ran through me hearing that they are happy and adjusting here. "What happened to you? and why are you staying in Prince chamber?" She asked that caught my attention. I thought to tell her the truth but not that word. I hate listening to that word, saying that word, and feeling that word the most. "She made me his Servent in exchange for your liberty" I stated. "What?" She asked in amusement that made her stop "Yes," I Stated and with the heavy and crying heart I told her " And he wants me to dance in the celebration tonight"

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Werewolf Kings Mistress- So this story is still really new and only has like 4-5 chapters out. Right now Regan is meeting with his mate Dominique in secret and she still has no idea that werewolves exist. At work she starts to get closer to her coworker, Cyrus, who also happens to be the leader of the rebellion plaguing Regan. Eventually the queen and Regans wife, Claire, was going to find out that Regan was still seeing the human. Not letting anything slip she was going to have her killed so her position wouldn't be at risk. Cause afterall, if Regan changed her into a wolf then she wo