Legendary King Novels & Stories

he finally explained and it still doesn’t make sense to me. “One cares about what others thing about her and the other doesn’t. It is like peace and war. They will forever be opposite of each other. The legend is about the lycan king. He is a mate to the selfish one, but he will fall for the wild one. His own selfish ways will fall with him. The land will unite under him but only when he lost what he once had,” he finally finished witht he legend. It still doesn’t make any sense, why is there a legend? Why would he fall for me and why would he lose something again? I don’t want to die like his previous mates. But than again, I am a rogue. I don’t want a mate either.

Something tells me he does not really like his current king. My uncle tried to gain his composure. "Honestly, you expect me to battle someone who cannot even defeat my generals?" Each of their heads snapped up to him. He not only insulted me, but each of the four legendary generals. LEGENDARY. Meaning super powerful and strong, they may not be royalty, but they are the next best thing. Yet he seemed to treat them like every other demon, as though their accomplishments were absolutely nothing. The reason for Lucifer's earlier behavior now seemed clear. Though they respected their duty and each knew their responsibility, none of them liked the current King. This might actually be easier than I

I looked at Lowell, who was now standing tall, even in his beastly form, receiving the homage of his soldiers. "So let me get this straight, you're a king too?" I asked Lowell, my voice flat with disbelief. "Oh no, dear, he is THE king," Derick said, stepping toward me with a playful bow. "This is King Lowell Lykoudis, ruler of the Lykoudis Kingdom, the firstborn, and the vessel for the most powerful beast to have ever lived—the great Atlas."

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.

She was the spitting image of her mother, with her emerald eyes and raven colored hair. Hades and I stood silently as the waves of power rolling from the King washed over us. It was clear how and why he ruled the largest Kingdom in Lycan history. His people respected, feared, and loved him. A feat that was difficult to obtain. One look and I could tell the King did not participate in the game all Royal's participated in. This was both a surprise and a grave error. Ignoring the game never suited a Royal well. The game was cruel and unfair, but if you were smart enough you could possibly gain the upper hand.

He confessed after he was caught. ‘Forgive me, son. I had to say those words to convince the traitors that we were against each other to lower their defenses,’ the King explained when he summoned me back to the castle after I sent Katriona to the hospital. ‘You and I may have opposing views about certain things but that was not reason enough for me to go against my own flesh and blood. The night we returned to the city after you abducted your brother’s bride, I noticed a change in the armory. And the legacy was stolen.’ The legacy was a sword passed onto every Alpha King. It was said to be bestowed by the moon goddess herself. Anyone who possesses the legacy didn’t have to shift in order to

Them letting him know that they had a new Legacy – information that was in itself secret to no one else – was enough to show their goodwill. “Sigh. It seems I have overstepped my boundaries.” Joseph apologized. For the first time in a long time, the First King bowed his head in apology. He was strong, and his position had made him proud, but he wasn’t stupid. Galbraith was a Beastman whose power was estimated to be at the very top. He may be called the First King, but he knew that when it came to fighting, Galbraith was the true King! It was just that Galbraith was not one greedy for power, for if others were as strong as he was, they would have sought for much more.

“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.

I am unparalleled, and none can even come close to rivaling my strength. In this world, being born with so many powers is unheard of. The common Alphas who possess a mere three powers prance around, content with being counselors or ministers, thinking they have reached the pinnacle of their abilities. Those born with four powers, like my dear old father, are supposed to battle for the throne, and the victor would become the ruling monarch. For me, becoming a king was beneath my potential. I have heard tales of King Liam, born with eight powers like me. But he's gone now, and I am the one left standing—King Liam's legacy lives on through me.

"Your Majesty." In that moment, Noah knew he was better of being feared than respected. If he could not have love, he would have fear. If he could not have loyalty, he would have submission. The Elder hurriedly slipped the crown of midnight black on Noah's head. The weight that eased on seemed a lot heavier than Noah had expected. He knew it was not only the weight of metal but also the weight of a whole kingdom. He could easily be overwhelmed under it. Had he been two days younger, he would. But now he was everything and nothing. He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone.