Kings Stories Novels & Stories

Although it looked divided, I don't think it was always like that. "No, long ago, the kingdoms were one. As the kingdom is divided now, long ago lived three kings who were best of friends. Claudius of Asher, Alexander of Steinford and Lord Phoenix of Beau. They lived in perfect harmony, and their lands prospered. Theirs was a people who were a peculiar kind that didn’t exist before the world began." It's like she was going on story-tell mode, and although I didn't live with my mom for a very long time, the time I was able to spend with her made me aware that when she was the best story-teller I've ever known.

"No, thank you. Thank you, really." "It's nothing. You're my only brother." "Henry and Jace are your brothers too..." He quipped and gave a smile. "True." She giggled. "Anyway. Tomorrow, we will be meeting with the werewolf." The king perked up. "He speaks now?" "Yes, he is more coherent and we will finally get something out of him." "Finally. Some good news." The king was elated. They were finally going to find out if Kain's stories were true.

The mother I never had. From the distance, Alpha Kingsley raised his hand, his eyes soft. A silent nod. Permission. I smiled through the sting of unshed tears. “Come on, then. We’re already late.” Elizabeth climbed into the front seat, and I took one last look at Kingsley. He stood there like a statue under the moonlight, gaze still skyward. I remembered the stories he used to tell me legends passed down like secrets. Stories of two great packs nearly wiped out, until their forefathers knelt before the Moon Gods, begging for salvation.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

"Weren't they supposed to stay there for another full week?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Grog frowned at me. "I heard the people of the mountains are trying to revolt against the kings." Grog glanced around to make certain there was no one around before he leaned in. "They captured the two kings. The fairy king managed to escape. He's back to lead the armies to war!" Grog widened his eyes. "Shit! Where did you hear such juicy news? No one told me about that!" "You are in the king's hall. Who will brave the dangers to get to you to tell you of all this? I'm your sure plug."

Third person's pov. "The Kings met the Queen yesterday" "The Queen was so beautiful" "The Queen ran away when she saw the Kings" "The Kings tried to kill the Queen" "The Kings don't deserve her" "The kings are going mad for her" "The Queen got scared when she saw the eyes of the Kings" "The Kings are killing who ever are coming in front of them" "The Royal beta is trying to calm the Kings but nothing is working" "The Kings will kill everyone if they didn't find the Queen"

They were laughing like they were the only ones inside the enormous hall. Alaric clenched his fist. Something was throbbing painfully inside of him, and he didn’t know what it was. He drank the wine he was holding in one gulp. He remembered the reaction of the two when they met upon the return of Keane and his men. They called each other Dragon and Phoenix. “Did they know each other?” He asked himself. Suddenly, a man wearing a black suit approached the king and handed him a piece of paper. The king’s naturally blue eyes seemed to darken upon reading the letter. “Find the man,” he just said.

Isabel listened attentively, soaking in the stories of a world that felt both distant and intriguing. When it was Isabel's turn to speak, her words were more measured and cautious. She recounted her life in the village, speaking of the people she had grown close to and the simple joys that had brought her comfort. She described the warm camaraderie of the villagers, the quiet beauty of the countryside, and the peace she found in nature. Yet, despite the warmth of these memories, Isabel held back from sharing the darker parts of her past. She was acutely aware that King Lucian was a man with whom she had a complicated and painful history and a man who is one among many kings ruling a land und

“Didn’t I tell you, Keanna?” She flinched at his tone and went stiff. “Yes, your royal highness.” “You are my only love, my only wife.” “I am not worthy of such title, My King.” “Why do you think that? My love?” Keanna felt her heart pinch at the endearment and the sad tone in his voice. “I am not of noble birth. My family is from a small nomadic tribe. When my father refused to give my mother to the late King, he threatened them and my father, he…he offered me.”

Back then. there was a story rumouring back when I was just 12 , about a fierce young king , who ruled all the nearby kingdoms by a hand of steel , his father was murdered in front of his bare eyes , his younger brother were tortured to death , and he was thrown into the flaming fire to engulf him alive , but what happened next was never like anything , it was a horrifying miracle , he jumped off the fire with unbelievable wrath of ignited flames of fire eating his flesh , he screamed loud and fought his enemies , one by one and killed all of the 1000 men , all by himself , by his bare hands , he slaughtered them like rotten pigs , he avenged his father and his brother , he rose up again a