Long Live The King Novel Novels & Stories

The smell of cured leather hits me first, it’s an old smell, almost eradicated, but still there. He drops the book in the space between us and my hand reaches for it immediately. My heart cracks when I see what’s on the first page and tears sting the back of my eyes. “You were searching for that book weren’t you?” I nod because I was. Clearly written on the first page are the words “Records of His Majesty, King Ashryn the Great, Supreme Lycan King of the Four Kingdoms, and His wife, Diane.” Okay, I'm a bit offended at how the latter part sounds like something added as an afterthought in my head, but this is it.

And now he wanted her to finish his work. "Victoria?" She looked up to find King standing in the doorway, hair mussed from sleep, wearing only pajama pants slung low on his hips. He must have woken when she left her room. "I found his journal," she whispered. "He knew, King. He knew someone might kill him." King crossed the room in three strides, reading over her shoulder. "Mbanefo," King said, his voice deadly quiet. "Your father named him directly." "Death threats aren't proof of murder," Victoria said, though her hands shook. "The autopsy said heart attack"

She began writing, fingers trembling: “The Lycan Kings ruled through fear and blood. For three hundred years, their law has bound our people, their hunger for dominance more animal than human. The most feared was King Malrek, the blood tyrant, who ruled for seventy years without remorse. Under him, the ceremonies became cruel pageantry, and love was traded for obedience. The current King… is different. He does not laugh. He does not smile. But he let the girls leave after the first challenge, something no King before him would have done. Maybe he has more to him than we’re allowed to see.” She quickly moved on to list names, battles, legacies—but she had written what she felt, and now her fa

saying this he settled over the floor which wasn't cleaned since 40-50 years and was way too dusty and muddy than the outer part of the house. The king wasn't paying attention to all the Chaos this time, because he was here for his dear son and not for the luxuries and rankings. Thus, without thinking anything more, he settled besides Amyl and started to absorb the things going on. Amyl who was dazed about the fact that he didn't use the book since ages and was now going to use it again and was worried as to what might be the contents and what would happen if everything wouldn't go well. Still recalling his duties and shrugging off the thoughts , he opened the book using his left hand and tu

Everything he had hung his faith on when he walked through that portal in the forest rested in Rosemary’s answer. “I’m saying that if you want to be a king, that your kingdom waits for you to claim it.” Putting her hand on his, Daniel looked up into Rosemary’s eyes and realized she was serious. “I don’t know of any more of his descendants in the Realm, but there isn’t much to rule these days. That land was long ago taken over by rogue wolves and the worst sort of witches. It’s quite a terrible place now, I’m afraid. It’s a shame. My father said it was quite a lovely castle in its glory.”

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

Did they return back safely? Those thoughts were running inside king Raleigh's head currently. He had never imagined that he was going to die here alone. The brave and mighty king Raleigh Kainz died during hunting. Haha... it was going to be a joke in the entire land- a black mark in the history of the royal family and the Raven kingdom. What a joke!! Haha... he wanted to live longer. He still hadn't fulfilled his dreams. He didn't want to die in this way. If he had to die, he would have preferred to die on the battlefield.

She lay very still on her back on the soft impossible mattress with her dark hair fanned across the soft pillow and her thin hands folded over the centre of her own chest on top of the soft heavy coverlet, and she stared up at the painted vaulted ceiling she could just barely see in the careful low orange glow from the unseen hearth, and she let the careful long evening play itself back in her own head from the careful first knock at the chamber door at the careful first hour of dusk all the way through to the careful soft puff of Ysolde blowing out the bedside lamp. The careful king's careful low voice. The careful king's enormous folded hands on his own knees in the chair too small for him

He thought he was bound to a sweet and timid, beautiful bride but he was so wrong. Anna Michelle was made for him and his untamed beast, guaranteed to make his eternity spent with her in bliss. The Vampire King couldn't be happier. ___________