Kings Stories Novels & Stories

He had a serious look on his face. "You need to be careful." Soren began to speak, I know there are many things he doesn't tell me, but I've never asked for explanations, after all, he is the King and needs to look after his Kingdom. "There is a conspiracy going on in the Kingdoms to overthrow the current rulers. There are even people inside this castle who can't be trusted. So you need to be on your guard."

I lean forward, playing with his stray baby hairs and his now bushy beard. "My name is Henry King, 26 years old, Alpha of Red Fire pack of the northern mountains and the king of Alphas, descendant of the last living monarch of werewolves. I have special abilities to control fire, I used to live with humans where I got military training for 6 years. I build robots in my spare time and own multiple businesses." He licks his lips, catching his breath. That much I know about him. "I have only ever been in 2 relationships, which lasted about 5 months each. I am by no means a celibate man." He finally stops and sucks in a breath.

That was all he had left. Materialistic as it may seem, but that was his only anchor now. He couldn’t let the bastard in front of him tarnish and ruin what his parents had worked so hard to achieve. King’s lifeless eyes flickered. He chuckled. “Ask me anything, Kane. But not that. I will never give it back to you.” Overwhelmed by rage, Kane pounced on him. But King didn’t even try to dodge the punches. He laughed softly, those lifeless eyes staring back at Kane.

I teased. It was no kept secret that the Alpha king had a reputation for keeping exotic creatures. He also had a reputation for being cold. He had wiped out whole clans and packs within his rule, everyone was weary of him, he was a legend in itself, said to have descended from the Goddess herself. He was unstoppable, a story to tell children into scaring them straight. “You… Genesis I am… Have you never seen the king,” he fumbled, appearing almost shocked.

The Gathering of Kings The answer came the next morning. Unfortunately. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Thomas woke up. Opened the cabin door. And found three kings waiting outside. Immediately. Then: "No." The door closed. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava's voice came from inside. Then: "What happened?" Then: "Politics." Silence. Then: "Oh." Pause. Then: "My condolences." God. No. Fair.

"You're Valcourt lineage. I can smell it on you. All that talk about hunting monsters—your family's been trying to wipe us out for centuries." "Trying?" Reeves tilted his head. "We succeeded. The Kingstons are the last of the old bloodlines still standing. Everyone else fell in line or fell to us. Your parents understood that. They tried to build an heir strong enough to challenge us. But Jace chose hockey." He spat the word like a curse. "And now he's going to choose death." Marcus grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the collapsed concession stand. Ava was already crouched there, her camera raised, the red light blinking. "Tell me you're getting this," I said.

his best friend was Adewale, the story teller, villagers, even the nobles assemble in his compound to hear his stories; his story has lifted up so many from the pit of bereavement; he was strength to the weak in heart, one faithful evening, the village herald went out and summoned the villagers, to assemble at Adewale's compound for a story by the next night, the whole village was lit up with excitement, as talks filled the air, "Adewale will be telling us another story by tomorrow night" the King reminded his four wives. By the evening of the next day, the women quickly rushed over the house chores, no sensible person wants to be eluded from such a moment of

"She really is a King." ‎Was that their surname? I narrowed my eyes at him. King... Kiean King, Kendrick King, and Kael King. ‎"You know the Kings?" Sarah's voice penetrated my thoughts as I recalled one of her yapping sessions. "The most prestigious family in the state. They hold keys to the power houses of the representatives and they lead a lot of tech companies. But, poor kids had to witness their parents and little sister's deaths at a very young age. It was all over the country, the news, and even in the papers. Tsk tsk, such a tragedy."

When asked about it once, he had simply replied, "My people do not tell tales without the truth and its entirety." "Then let me grace you with a story to send you to sleep, child. For it is one of dazzling knowledge. And we do need our sleep." The old man adjusted comfortably. "Millennia past," he began, "there lived a king. His rule was unquestioned, and his ways precise. He ruled a great people and coveted that which was not his until one day the slaves of his people rose from their oppression and fought back, led by one man. Skilled with the sword and the axe, he led the slaves out of the kingdom, seeking refuge wherever they could.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.