Lonely Kings Novels & Stories

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

King Herod continued, still oblivious to the environment or maybe he didn't care. "I do not send my men to slaughter. I have trained men but they serve better purpose." The King said, eyes fixed on the King who seemed to love death as he stared back at it. The Kingdom of Latoli is a small kingdom and I knew how large the Kingdom of Bakarish is. The King had men, many men. Men that could destroy the Kingdome of Latoli in one night. Nothing could give the King of Latoli that confidence to speak to the King that way, only if...he had someone backing him.

“No! Take me to her, right now.” “My lady, please calm down.” She pleaded, genuine concern etched on her face but I couldn't care less. “Where is everyone?” I shouted, spinning in a frantic circle. “Where are the Lycan Kings? Where are they? Tell me where they are!” Selene sniffed back tears, her voice trembling. “The kings stepped out a while ago and they haven’t returned yet.” I grabbed her shoulders. “Where did they go?” Shaking her head, she responded. “I don't know where they went, my lady. But they promised to return soon so please, calm down for the baby’s sake.”

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

Kai grinned, plopping down, “but not sorry.” “Disgusting,” Kingsley muttered under his breath, drawing chuckles from them. They knew he joked with affection. “So, this was short notice,” Roan said, settling in and scanning Kingsley’s face. “Can’t a guy just want to hang with his friends?” Kingsley arched a brow, grabbing a seat across from them. “Besides, I didn’t want to drink alone.” “Since when do you mind drinking solo?” Roan probed, his sharp eyes narrowing. He always picked up on hidden motives, and Kingsley expected it from the dark-haired man.

Watching. Observing. Still uncomfortable around large groups. Lira noticed it immediately. "So." Kael followed her gaze. "So." "He's lonely." The former King was absolutely lonely. And absolutely pretending otherwise. Kael sighed. "Fine." Minutes later, the ancient ruler found himself sitting beside a fire he had no memory of approaching. Cassian appeared shortly afterward. Then several hunters. Then more. The former King looked increasingly confused. "Why are all of you here?" Kael smiled. "Social ambush."

I tried to look ahead and found myself on an island. Some eagles were flying in a circular motion causing me to squint my eyes and look briefly at what's there.I gasped spotting a small crab there, desperately trying to move but kept coming back in the same place. He is in so much pain, burdened with responsibilities, trapped within the fear which is ready to engulf him but he is trying to keep it at bay.He is all alone in this battle. The Lycan King is lonely and in desperate need of help but he doesn't trust anyone.I blinked a couple of times, staring at the man in front of me.Being a King is not easy.

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

“Loyal officers, dedicated servants of the nation, governors and ministers—I come before you with solemn news.” The great screen behind us flickered on. I gave a subtle nod. There, live for all to see, was a recording captured by our agents. King Lonald the Third, standing upon the marble steps of his palace, sword raised high before a crowd of soldiers in dark blue uniforms. His face was twisted in a snarl. “We will slaughter those abhorrent and barbaric Demi-Human as we did for centuries! We march to Wasteland and ravage them as God intended! Long live human!! Long live Lone Star Kingdom!!”