Kingslayer Jaime Novels & Stories

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

Not him. He forced his voice steady. “And who… who is your father?” Coen beamed proudly. “He’s a warrior! He’s in the war right now. When he comes back, I’ll show him my skills!” Karl’s chest ached. He wanted to press, but before he could— Jacinta appeared, running breathlessly toward the stage, slipping out of Wolfe’s grip. Her eyes darted to Karl, her heart pounding as Wolfe’s whisper rang in her head: That is the Alpha King of Hale.

He realized that I wasn't pleading; I was dictating terms. "A King without a crown," Julian mused, his voice dripping with disdain. "Fine. He stays. But he will be the first and last of his kind. The 'Lagos-grit' ends with him." "It begins with him," I corrected. I walked toward the center of the helipad, Dante at my side. The Kingslayers parted like a sea of white obsidian. Julian stepped back, bowing his head as we passed. I looked back at Jago, who was standing by the Core-Room, his hand raised in a silent salute. "Keep the rig hot, Jago. We might be back."

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

I deepen my voice, a laugh threatening to break past my lips as he side glance me. "Slayer of men and beasts." I say and he shrugs. "King of Alphas, Blood thirsty King of Alphas." He adds after a long second, my laugh burst through my lips. "Shhh." He urge, looking behind him at the camp a feet away from us. "Ruthless Leader of the sacred Pack alliance." I add still laughing. "Defender of the weak, savior of all!." He stops abruptly, and for a moment I think that I mis spoke.

The blade cut across the King's chest. Black energy exploded from the wound. The King stopped. Jae breathed heavily. "Still bleeding." The King looked down. Then back at him. "Yes." Jae raised his sword. "So you're not invincible." "No." The King's expression became colder. "Neither are you." He disappeared. Jae barely raised his blade. CLANG! The impact drove him to one knee. The pavement shattered beneath him. Jae pushed upward. His muscles screamed. He forced the King's arm away.

No one else. "We want you both to act like you are the Kings of supernaturals in front of our mate" Zachariah said to the royal beta Damien and royal gamma Hunter in his deadly voice which made the beta and gamma shiver. While on the other hand, the face of Damien and Hunter paled hearing this. How can they act like they are Kings when they are just a mere person in front of them. The title of the Kings doesn't belongs to them. They aren't worthy of it.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

This is the first time I have been so happy in a while, my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the sound of the door opening, I lifted my eyes to see Jamie walking in with a sad face, my heart raced at the thought of what could make her so sad. "Did you talk to him? What did he say?" I asked and he looked down "I am sorry Darcy" she said in a sad voice and my heart beat increased "Jamie, please tell me what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with worry "I spoke to former Beta and informed him about you, he spoke to the King" she started and I nodded my head motioning her to continue "And?" I asked unable to stop myself "The King said that he doesn't want to do anything with you or the pu