Long Live The King Novel Novels & Stories

she whispered into the dark, though she was not sure whether the words were for herself or the life inside her. Far beyond the borderlands, in a hall of black stone and torchlight, an Alpha king lifted his head abruptly from the council seat as the kingdom around him shifted with a pull he could not name. It was not pain. It was not threat. It was something stranger, sharper, like a thread in the world had gone tight all at once. His fingers curled slowly over the arm of the chair. The room fell silent around him, waiting. He did not speak. He only stood, his expression darkening in a way that made every guard in the hall brace without understanding why. Because for the first time in years,

, she said. "It's okay", I replied. She left leaving us in her living room. All the selves filled with books and glass bottles. It's the heritage of her ancestors. One book from self in blue hard cover caught my eye. I grabbed the book. The cover of the book fascinated me. 'The Cursed King' was written in golden cursive letters. Beautiful and ancient. I tossed the pages and started reading. 'Blood spilled all over the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Houses burnt. Children crying.

He was the crown prince and cannot be touched. Now he has become King. I swore revenge. It’s blood or blood. The only way to get closer to the King without suspicion is to take part in the King’s game, win and become his shadow and so I have trained all day and all night to be strong enough to take on that position by his side and from that very position, torture awaits him. I will torment him until he runs mad and dies from the inside before i finally kill him physically and then, I would escape like nothing happened just like he did with Stacy’s death.

Before she could ask what the young princess was saying, the doors of her room were knocked on twice before the doors were opened by the royal guards. The old granny immediately stood up from the sofa when the surroundings were invaded by the presence of the king. A tall man with black short hair that was a little ruffled stepped into the room. He was modeling in a long black coat with golden lining on the lapel, long black shoes, and inside he was wearing a black suit. Shoulders broad, long legs, a face that had a heroic handsomeness settled on its gentle features. He was Jasper, the king of the Logon kingdom and Sasha's soon-to-be husband.

The man standing in front of me now was no longer the dying werewolf I once saved. He was the Wolf King who ruled over everything. And I was no longer a sheltered heiress, either. After my parents died in an accident, our family company was seized by a rival corporation. Now, I was nothing more than a pitiful hanger-on, living at someone else's mercy. The laughter, music, and dancing in the hall fell into dead silence at the king's anger.

Michael left his king in his study, still engrossed in everything he could find about his queen. The royal beta grinned at the thought. Our Queen. Finally. At last. After more than 148 years, they finally found their queen luna. It was damn time! The kingdom was growing restless, their king unstable. They couldn't have that. Enemies were everywhere. Constantly watching. Waiting to pounce.

Grandpa suggested. Little Alex’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That would be nice!” He looked ahead at the grandfather clock ticking away each second with each full swing of its brass pendulum. “It is late so I will keep it short,” Grandpa said and she nodded willingly. Grandpa always presented wonderful stories, even if they were short. “Long, long ago, there lived a king named King Lear.” Grandpa began. “The king was an ancient, bitter man nearing the end of his life. The king did not have a male heir to hand over his throne and his wealth that stretched the sea.

"We might not be able to talk much later today since we might be made to do different chores and even if we have the same chores, it's not safe for us slaves to speak out outside, the walls have ears, especially since we live with Vampires and their ears can pick up every word. So now that we have the chance, ask anything you'd like to know." She said and I beamed. She was really going out of her way to make me feel welcomed but I still don't know if to trust her completely. Finding out stuff from her wouldn't hurt though. "First off, tell me about the royal family, especially the princes." I requested and she sat back a bit. "There's so much to say but I'll only give you the details. The Va

Demise II Third Person’s POV In his over fifty years of living in this world, this is the first time that King Regor felt the pull of death. He has always been cut above the rest, and even though he wasn’t the crown prince at first, he was still treated as a noble individual without experiencing any untoward events. His life even snowballed after he replaced the crown prince at that time and became the rightful heir to the throne, and he never felt a sense of fear since then.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.