Kingslayer Jaime Novels & Stories

“I don’t love her. I never did. Be mine.” His eyes burned in a way that made her stomach twist. His voice was calm, but too calm — rehearsed, flat, like a role being performed. “I’m Kingsley Rowe,” he added, stepping closer. “I can give you everything your heart desires. Cars. Jewels. Travel. I’ll spoil you like a princess. You deserve to be worshipped.” “Sir…” Carolina said again, heart slamming now. “You have a wife.” He chuckled, low and bitter. “That woman? She’s a status puppet. A trophy. But you—” he reached out, brushing her hair gently off her shoulder, fingers grazing her skin “—you’re real.”

He was just lying there, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, his eyes unfocused. I raised my fist for another blow but something stopped me. Maybe it was the sight of his children crying or the knowledge that he wasn’t worth it. I stood up, my hand throbbing with pain and covered in blood. Jaime lie motionless on the ground, his face a mess of blood and forming bruises. "You never deserved her," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're scum, Jaime King. Less than scum." I looked at Laura, who was backed away with her hands over her mouth and the children hiding behind her.

“Outside these walls, we have two hundred of our soldiers, both Eclipse and Tempest. They’re angry and they are ready ro fight. They're just waiting for one word from us to start burning this city down to find their luna and my son.” The King tensed. Obviously hiding his shock at the realisation that Jaimie had a son who he had unwittingly kidnapped. There was a reason Jaimie had been aloha for so long before me. He had always been the calm and level headed one. But it would be a mistake to think that made him the calm one. King Reagan shifted nervously. “You’d start a war over them?” He hissed. "Come on, Thane, think this through. You're smarter than this, I raised you to be smarter than th

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

If he couldn’t enjoy seeing King weak like this, then would it really satisfy him to see King suffer? 'What do I even want anymore?' Kane had spent years fueling his hatred, wanting revenge. He wanted to take back what had been stolen from him. He wanted to shatter the man in front of him. But looking at him now—burning with fever, covered in bruises—he wasn’t so sure anymore. 'If I can’t hurt you like this, then I’ll just take everything from you until you’re left with nothing.' He lifted the hem of King’s shirt and frowned.