Kingsman Comic Books Novels & Stories

Until the supernatural and mortal world was safe again. After tearful reassurances, they settled with their mates. He pulled Mish to his lap, embracing her securely, and wiping her tears. His heart, beating for her, squeezed in pain. Her nephews and niece meant a lot to her. To them. Mounted on the walls were cinema-like screens. Alexander, the Lycan King had called for an emergency council meeting. Lucas, the Dragon King had started to extrapolate, presenting hard shreds of evidence. They were prepared to go to war. Four powerful kings could not be stopped by elders. He had the second-largest army in all of the realms, hardened soldiers, integrated with the wolves, waiting at his command.

Jace Kingston doesn't deserve space. I'm organizing my notes when the door opens. He fills the doorway like he owns it. Broad shoulders under a crimson Vipers hoodie. Dark hair still wet from the shower. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He smells like expensive cologne and something else—something cold, like the ice he skates on. Girls on campus call him King. They say it like a prayer. I say it like a curse. "You're the tutor?" His voice is low and lazy, like this is all a joke.

My breath ceases temporarily as I cough violently, spitting clots of blood from my mouth. “That’s enough carnage! You don’t have to kill him. If he dies, who will pay the loan?” he the points at Caleb. “This weak-ass princess in a dude’s body?” The barman laughs at his own jokes, then takes out a pocket knife. “You see, Mr. Damian, according to the Kingsman laws and conduct code, ignorance isn’t an excuse. Now I’ll let you go about sorting my money, or next week you’ll lose a finger.”

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

(Royal Armor Bearer), Alexander Kypher (Captain of the Guard), Justice Atticus (Chief War Council); in order from the King's left: Sebastian Trimble (Seer), Dorcus Garner (Seer Apprentice), Eliezer Webber (Kingsmen Ambassador), Adrien Blackridge (Knight Apprentice). 'Stephan and Casper, Sebastian and Ramus, standing shoulder to shoulder with... Justice, Kypher, and Blackridge? But, then... this is a recent history, and that means... this book can't be much more than twenty years old, if that.' She looked to the two names she hadn't recognized. "The only people I don't know are these two," she processed aloud, tapping a finger on the right side of the picture. "Dorcus Garner..." she read, stu

“Kinda. For Matt Kingston and his people.” “Holy Lord above.” Wolf nodded. Matt ‘King’ Kingston wasn’t a scum-sucking pimp, murderer and drug-trafficker like Kirk Jensen had been, but his name evoked just as much awe, fear, and hushed reverence as Jensen’s had. King and his black-ops-type group, King’s Men, were mostly the good guys (and ladies), but not always. They were privately-owned and -operated, and they took cases and clients on an individual basis, so they weren’t overly concerned with anything but fulfilling their contractual obligations. King worked with the cops, but he didn’t hesitate to work with motorcycle clubs, ex-cons, and bounty hunters.

“Is it here where you made my false documents?” Aspen shifts in his seat, obviously feeling uncomfortable as he pushes against the frame of his glasses repeatedly. “No! The artists are down there.” Taking a step back, I look down a narrow hallway filled with shelves full of books that must lead to another hall. A man in a tailored suit is standing there casually, scrolling through the pages of a book and as he sees me he waves at me with an exaggerated smile. “Oh, that’s interesting.” “We were told that he is the King of New York,” Karma says matter-of-factly, not stopping a split second as he continues coding. “Is that true?”

Something a thug like Harrison perhaps would have wanted to think twice about before he decided to enter it. Unbeknownst to David. Not too far outside the warehouse, a jet-black Charger with its deep tinted windows blended into the eerie darkness that continued to blanket the surrounding area. The car's owner fixed on the warehouse entrance unblinking as he waited for the mafia king to leave.