Making Of A King Novels & Stories

He sat back down. “As some of you would guess, I wasn't born a King. I made myself the King of the North. I am not an Alpha. I made myself a King without a royal background, and I did all this on my own and with all the resources given to me. Do you want to know how?”

They were trained into kings worthy of the throne. In Naderlands, kings were not simply born, they were made. And he was the one who made them. After the current Alpha King took the throne, the grand preceptor went into seclusion. Now, suddenly, after so many years... Some said twenty, some said twenty-five, there was finally news about him again. And people from the Great island had shown up at the Duke of Nadrasei’s place instead of the palace, on the day of the mating ceremony… I stared blankly at the ceiling, my thoughts circling around his many reasons for coming out now.

“Stitching tapestries of defeated battles she’ll never understand and playing the harp to songs of glory she’ll never taste. How inspiring.” “Makil.” The King’s voice held a final warning. “You will be courteous. You will be civil. You will give each lady a fair audience. The choice, in the end, is yours. But you *will* choose. The coronation is in six months. You will have a bride beside you.” The words hung in the clove-scented air, an ultimatum wrapped in velvet. Makil felt the old, familiar walls inside him rise, higher and thicker, their stones mortared with the memory of his brother’s broken eyes.

There was no need of getting scared. I kept my hand on his bicep as we lie together. I was feeling a little uncomfortable due to jewellery and stuff. My sight fell on the round design the roof had. "Prince, who made this palace?" I asked curiously. He turned his face toward me. Our faces were a few inches away and he said. "My great grand father's father came here as his father assigned this Palace to him as successor. He won a lot more kingdoms in his great life. He was such a Great King and best known for his brain tactics. People used to say that he was so sharp in Politics"

"I wish that had been the case because that's what someone like her had deserved. Such an awful tragedy shouldn't have happened to her." Keisha's insides turned around with apprehension, but she tried to tell herself that it was probably nothing. Another thought popped into mind. With a scum like Thompson King for a father, it would come as no surprise that she probably had had her wishes fulfilled; illegally or legally. It seemed to her that was barely a tragedy for Kate King. "What tragedy could have befallen the King princess?" Even as the question left her lips, the urge to roll her eyes was strong but she held herself back in preparation for some rich people sob story that someone like

"After all, you’ve been taught, you refuse to use proper etiquette to reach out to the Antarctican Prince in the proper format. You are careless, putting your loved ones and people in danger. You don’t even think about them in such a hard time. I have news for you. Neglecting your duties doesn’t make you a wise man. It makes you dumb. A weak King. You are the King of all Nations. The head of both land and sea. King to—” “I never asked to be King!” I snapped. Gramps' nose flared. A bitter laugh sent shivers down my spine. “Young lad, did you think any of us asked to be leaders? Do you think we conversed with the creator before we came into this world? Oh, Lord, I want to be a leader, so let m

Well, Kalyan was someone that was scared of sex and aside that, she was scared of doing it with the King. She liked the King for who he was, but getting Married to him - it wasn't something in her agenda and tbe only reason she was there as his bride was because her parents were forcing her to. Else, she didn't want to be there. She didn't want to be the King's bride. She came out of the bathroom and cleaned her face up in front of the mirror, applying some light make up to freshen her up so she doesn't look entirely pathetic It was wrong to yo to the King, looking like a sick slave.

The time didn't matter. The palace seamster who made special clothes for the king and princes, had been summoned by the queen days before the feast, in order for him to make the best quality of cloth that would fit Elliott's position as the king alpha-to-be perfectly. He on the other hand sat in his room throughout the evening in front of the mirror for so long, even after the clothes had been delivered to him by the seamster himself without testing it.

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

The nation was in a very bad state and there was hardly anything that could be done against nature. Martin couldn’t help but feel a little bit ashamed at thinking badly about the king who worked tirelessly for his people’s prosperity. He was the only King to ever to invest in people and spend every penny of taxes back on the people. The Palace and the Palace expenses were run by his own anonymous businesses. He hadn’t even held a single ball for his entertainment yet. He was the best King one could ask for. He doubted he would ever fail his people. Perhaps it was just a passing infatuation? Maybe once the Queen is marked everything will balance out...