Making Of A King Novels & Stories

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.

Jezzebelle looked at her friend. “I don’t blame the King. Why create and have a bloodline when it would be targeted for any family to wipe out. The lose of a child would be unbearable. Hence the reason why in the past 800 years as King he doesn’t trust his own society to give a bloodline. Now come on you don’t want to be late for your favorite class.” “Which is?” Belle looked at her, rolling her eyes with disgust. “The class I am going to need to put a drool bucket underneath your mouth as you sit close to you new eye candy. You know Mr. Stud Muffin you came up to me shrilling about.”

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

I would not G****e it, but Kelsey laughs, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t put it past him. The King treats his subjects like their commodities, completely replaceable. He’s the youngest King ever, and you don’t get to be King in your twenties without a trial of blood behind you.” Kelsey points her ladle at us in warning, “So watch ya’ step, or the King will gut ya’ like a fish!” “Or hang your head above his fireplace, I heard the king loves a trophy, and a pretty head like yours would be perfect.” Toni swats at my hair and Dawn pushes him back to his station.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

“I don't quite understand what you are hinting at, Alpha. Can you please explain further?” “Every king is required to get married a short period after he's crowned king. I'm not ready to do that now, nor am I ready to produce pups anytime soon.” He said stonely making my heart flip. I didn't know how to take in that little piece of information. Kaizen doesn't want to get married? And he didn't want kids either? The two things I had always dreamt of having? “A-alpha, but that's ridiculous. It's mandatory for a king to get married and bear children so his generation doesn't crumble to the ground.” The man tried to reason.

John sighed massaging his creasing brows as he watched the king walk out “You’re just as emotional too my lord, and I’m afraid you may end up being the one tamed instead” “A queen maker huh?” Larissa tapped at her chin in thought “fine let’s do that” Patrick grinned victoriously at the answer. “Tamed”

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

He knew he could. In just a snap, he could do it with his bare hands, but he wanted to do it right. He needed to have proof. He needed to do that, for he was the King, and he needed to set an example for the people – the packs – that he was leading. His parents taught them about their principles, but no matter how he tried to copy his father’s kindness – he was failing miserably. He was ruthless and cruel. But he knew that there’s something inside him that was indulging him into doing this right.