Kings Stories Novels & Stories

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

I had never seen him like this. Not even beneath the mountain. Not even when the smiling creature emerged. "Renn." The old man didn't answer. "Renn!" Finally he looked at me. The fear in his eyes made my blood run cold. "The Thirteen Kings." Lightning flashed again. The Grave Legions continued marching. Relentless. Endless. "What are the Thirteen Kings?" Renn laughed. A broken sound. The laugh of a man discovering things could always become worse. "They ruled before history."

"Lord Valerius. Your presence is a comfort in these trying times. The King is… indisposed. He is overcome with grief and the stress of the recent calamities. He has retreated to his chambers to pray and seek the gods' guidance." "Pray?" Valerius scoffed, his voice a low, mocking sneer. "The King does not pray. He plots. He schemes. He surrounds himself with witches and traitors. We will not be turned away by a flimsy excuse. We will see him. Now."

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

he told them. "Tell it!" Leo insisted. Alex cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a low, storytelling rumble. "Once upon a time, there was a King who lived in the shadows. He was very strong, and was also feared, but he was very lonely. He lived in a world of grey, where nothing had any color or scent." he started telling the story. "Because he was grumpy," Lyra interrupted. "No, because he was waiting," Alex corrected gently. "He waited a long time. And then, one day, he walked into a room full of people, and he found a ghost." he said.

She proposed with an inviting smile. And her aim was achieved when the kids both looked up at the same time and their eyes widened with anticipation. "What is the story of the King and Queen?" The little girl asked. "Does it have other kingdoms and fighting and monsters?" Added the little boy. "It doesn't have monsters and other kingdoms." Hailey shook her head. "This story only revolves around the king and queen." The kids stared at her, their eyes sparkling, hungry for more. And Hailey breathed in deeply then went on. "It all started when the King married the Queen," she started. "Everyone in the castle celebrated. The King was very happy. His subjects were happy, except the Queen."

I asked and she nodded eagerly earning a smile from me. "This is a very special story so if I tell you, you must always remember it," "I will," she promised, holding out her pinky and I smiled locking mine with hers. My mind began searching for the best way to tell the story without boring her to death as she leaned back against the arm of the chair looking at me. "So a long time ago, there was a King and a Queen who ruled a Kingdom with people who looked just like us, they all had beautiful long locs, and the longer the locs the more respected you were in the Kingdom,"

What the fricking fudge was that? "I know I know!! Babes. You must be happy that you came back in good condition. What would I do otherwise?" She stated. "What... What do you mean?" I asked with a little frightening voice. "You see...apart from being the royalties, the kings are very dangerous, ruthless and lethal. Once there was one article stating about the incident where one opponent pointed his finger at the king's ruling and their wisdom on some personal matters. After a week, he was found dead with a burned body except for his face, sitting in his living room's chair...and the next day that article was also closed." She further explained.

He was bouncing both at the same time and his focus was slightly away from them because of Lucinda. Kings was from one of the western countries in Africa and was so involved in his culture because he wouldn't let the chance of him talking about it slip away for a minute. He was a law student and despite having one of the twenty four seven strict reading courses, he somehow always had time to spare for sports and he never let anyone down in his studies. In short, he was the best amongst the rest. "I have no idea where he is. Check the classroom though, I overheard some engineering students saying they had a practical for about half an hour." He answered and left without waiting to listen to w

I let out the question to Sienna and Diane, who were so focused on cutting cabbage to perfection. It was nearing nighttime, and I volunteered to help the kitchen prepare the food to be served to the servants. "Have you forgotten the scary story we grew up being told about?" Sienna answered half-heartedly. I shook my head. There are thousands of scary stories we were told. "The Hultin kingdom? When a certain king found his former mistress being intimate with a guard?" Diane murmured. "And brutally ended them… as if he hadn't already released her from the title months ago."