Kings Servant Novels & Stories

Reid instantly perked up suggesting the bestest vampire servants but Caius his words. "I already chose my servant," Reid straightened nodding his head. "Her." Reid froze for a few seconds waiting for the king to complete his words. Caius slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him. "That omega, assign her as my personal servant today." ________________________________________ Next will be updated soon keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

The one who wasn’t an omega. “Yes, my lady. It is a great honor,” Flora whispered, her gaze fixed on the floor. Seraphina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The King is a very… particular man. He values order and discretion. He does not like… surprises. Or distractions. It would be a shame for a new servant to cause any sort of disruption. To find herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Such things can have… unfortunate consequences.”

—————— The heavy doors of the Kings office slammed with a thunderous crack. The King looked up from his desk, quill poised above parchment, sharp eyes narrowing at the sudden intrusion. The air around Lucian was crackling with suppressed rage. “Lucian.” The king said cooly setting down his quill. “This better be good.” “It’s not good. I want to talk about Athena.” Lucian growled. A flicker of recognition flashed across the kings face followed by indifference “ The maid? What about her?” Lucian’s fist slammed down on the desk papers flying.“ You shouldn’t have made her Helena’s personal servant.”

The special missions she referred to were the king's dark, unseen, dangerous, or impossible tasks, for people ever ready to die for him. Everyone picked were typically death-row inmates with exceptional combat skills, becoming the King's secret weapon in exchange for a sliver of hope of life. Death Servants were not soldiers. They were weapons… “Do you know who usually becomes Death Servants?” I asked coldly. And she looked away. “Death-row criminals…Assassins… people with nothing left to lose.” I clenched my fists as she spared me no glance. “And yet, you’re volunteering for this.” “Yes Zephyr, you won’t scare me.” The calm certainty in her voice and nonchalance made my temper rise.

"Caught during the raid. Strong, able, and eager to serve. He will assist you in your private chambers, tend to your needs, and ensure your comfort while you deal with the larger matters of the Antherion." Aiden drops to his knees, bowing his head until his forehead nearly touches the polished stone floor. He keeps his eyes strictly on the ground, terrified to look up. He imagines the King as a grotesque, ancient creature—old as fuck, rotting from the inside out, a monster who orders the slaughter of innocents. The thought of serving such a beast makes his stomach churn, bile rising in his throat. "A maid," the King repeats, a hint of amusement in his tone. "He looks... sturdy enough for a s

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.

I try to convince myself he's not looking at me, though the scepticism lingers. Minutes pass, and a towering figure stands beside me – the appointed bodyguard. Meeting his gaze, I muster a nervous smile, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. "Your highness would like to buy you a drink." "I'm good, thanks. Already have one," I respond in a hushed tone. The guard straightens up, shaking his head at the King. In response, the King rises and strides purposefully toward us. Apprehension tightens within me; this encounter can't be fortuitous.

A servant, eyes downcast, stepped forward, carrying a small, intricately designed box in his hands. Daphne stood tall, a smirk dancing across her lips as she glanced in the direction of the uneasy Melina. The servitude of the room intensified as the servant neared, bowing low before King Alexandros, his eyes never straying from the marble floor beneath him. The king, his interest piqued, implored "Daphne, you can now reveal the purpose of this dramatic unveiling. I still fail to understand what's going on, please let's hear it out."

He looked very sad while trying to stop me from leaving. "What do you think you're doing? You're not completely okay yet. You're still under treatment, and you think you don't deserve to be here?" "I've already caused so many people inconvenience. I know you said I'm your sister and I'm trying to believe you, but I don't think this is all for me. I'm grateful to you for saving my life, which is why I would rather be a servant and pay you for what you did." "WHO SAID YOU WOULD BE A SERVANT?" The King's voice sounded from the door as he came in with all the people following him.

“His highness would you like to open discussion for you to resume eating.” I groaned looking over the cart and noticing so many tasty things were on it. How did he even manage to fit it all on one cart? Why was he torturing me? This was deliberate and I needed to make it known I wasn’t going to give in so easily, “Is he ready to release my friends?” She lowered her head and shook it slowly. “Then tell him to fuck off.” I growled and tossed myself back down. “Miss,” The servant bowed and cleared her throat once more, “I am terribly sorry but the king-”