Kings Stories Novels & Stories

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

They knew that he was a good man, a man who cared deeply about our family. Uncle Ryan requested to have himself excused in order to ease himself in the restroom. Afterwards, he returned to tell us more tales of the kingdom, of its history and its people. He told us about the great kings and queens who had ruled the kingdom, about their triumphs and failures. And just as Uncle Ryan was narrating one story after the other, Kevin walked in to join us. "May I share your fire?" he humbly requested with a smile, knowing fully well I could not deny him.

“You seem to have the right to decide everything at your will.” Kaleb laughed. “You’re right. A king can do whatever he wishes, but only if he can handle the price.” I frowned. “I don’t understand what you mean.” “Some of the kings have paid terrible debts for their wrong decisions,” he noted, and then he rolled his deep sapphire eyes. “Our former king was obviously one of them. I hadn’t finished the story I began to tell you last time, and I would love to tell you more about the subject. You must be interested in the rest of the tale.”

She shifted so she could see us all, “My mom used to tell me a story, a fairy tale of sorts that her dad, King Phanton, used to tell her as a child. Seriously, just hear me out first before y’all laugh at me. 'Once upon a kingdom, A long time ago remembered as Riocht, There lived a King who ruled over all the kingdoms, He fell in love with a beautiful princess and ruled the land with a stern But fair hand, they lived happily for a long time. But the king’s brother was jealous of his power, And wanted it for himself. So he hatched a plan to take over and began a war on the King. The brother betrayed the king and poisoned him Before stabbing him in the heart with a silver knife. The Queen was

Even though it wasn't quite true but close enough. "Its just a myth. The heathen deosnt exist, if it did the kings would of killed it by now." Argued mark "Kings? Dont you mean king?" asked tammy, I raised my brow at her question. Most kids get taught all about the kingdom and the kings in school before they are shipped to a pet shop or a blood bank.

Now you must be curious about the Kings and want to know who they are and how their behaviour is. So without wasting any more time we will get to know about them. I am your author, readers and I will accompany you throughout the journey of these brothers. I will tell you a tale of love, hatred, secrets, betrayal, lust, obsession and power. A tale that will force you to think: does Love give only pain? Or is it more than that? Is it worth falling in love? Or is it just a waste of time and emotions? We will know that as I unfold the story in front of you my readers.

All these men of war, in many tales and histories, showed up at the Akeregbe palace, they were four hundred in Number, they arrived Early in the morning and all eyes recognized them at once, they were all well described by Itan foriti the great story teller of the kingdom, somewhere excited and many were scared, they sensed the beginning of another war. King of Osin had about the strange visit, and immediately rushed down to the palace of Akeregbe, to find out about their intent, Luku was the one who spoke for the rest," We seek the Story teller, we have few question to ask her," the king got more relaxed now, he thought they had definitely came for story hearing, " She traveled and said to

Grandpa suggested. Little Alex’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That would be nice!” He looked ahead at the grandfather clock ticking away each second with each full swing of its brass pendulum. “It is late so I will keep it short,” Grandpa said and she nodded willingly. Grandpa always presented wonderful stories, even if they were short. “Long, long ago, there lived a king named King Lear.” Grandpa began. “The king was an ancient, bitter man nearing the end of his life. The king did not have a male heir to hand over his throne and his wealth that stretched the sea.

“About that, how did it start?” “There was a story my grandmother used to tell me when I was a tucker. There was once a king who was young and charming. He had all the riches of the continent. One night, an old lady wearing rags knocked at the golden door, asking for shelter under the stormy night.” “What happened?”

If something terrible happened to the King, then he would fail to fulfill his promise to Lucas. ----- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "Loving The Mad King" on W e b t o on app.