Novel & Cerita Marked By The Mad King Alpha

Gasps continued to echo all around the field, followed by murmurings he knew weren’t of praise, but of disdain. Faiz, although intrigued by Iver, hated a part of him and felt impressed. He began to saunter wordlessly, to where Iver stood, amongst the elders, the chosen one for the position. “I wonder what a clan member is doing here?”. Faiz said, loud enough for Iver to hear him. Iver froze. An indication the Alpha king was present. A few feet from where he stood, quite looking like the alpha king he was, in his dark leather royal cloak.

Not natural ones. Moving ones. Eli took an instinctive step back, but Kieran’s voice cut sharply through the tension. “Stay behind me.” Eli hesitated. But the pressure in the air made it hard to think. Then— Figures stepped out. At least three of them. All staring directly at Eli. And smiling. “Well,” one of them said. “So this is him.” Eli’s stomach dropped. “…Me?” The man tilted his head. “The human marked by the Alpha King.”

At their front, Aria rode a black mare, the moon-dagger at her side. The world seemed to hold its breath as they passed through old war zones, burned forests, and long-forgotten borders. When they reached the Red Summit, the battlefield was already set. Rows of the Alpha King's elite stood in formation, tall, masked wolves in gleaming armor. At the center, seated on a throne of dark stone, sat King Malrick the Alpha King himself. His eyes were silver and cruel. His presence chilled the air. “You came,” he said, smiling. “I expected you to run.”

“You have a mark?” “Yes,” I affirmed. “If you’d spent less time showing off, you might have noticed sooner.” “That mark doesn’t mean anything,” he dismissed. “The old king had the mark,” a woman’s voice intervened. The woman who'd assisted me earlier stood out among the elegantly dressed guests, challenging the king. “The king should be an alpha. You’ve always been a fraud.” “You think because she has the mark she should be king?” Chris laughed. “My father had it, but neither of us did. It proves nothing.”

Maggie ended up coming to gather me for breakfast, and even she was quieter than usual. "Mags?" I murmured, encouraging her as we headed to the breakfast hall. She peeked over at me for a moment but didn't reply. "Maggie, what's up? Why are you so quiet?" I questioned, tugging her arm and forcing her to look at me. She finally sighed, "They're having to mark James." She mumbled. I made a confused face, "What? What's a mark?" "It's something you do not want to get in this world, Bella. It's a sign of incredible disrespect." She described, picking at the hem of her shirt. "An Alpha Mark is when you are found guilty of directly going against your Alpha. And James already has one."

** “It’s about the King Alpha’s pack. Ever since you left there, things have been... strange. He closed the gates, preventing anyone from leaving. And they say he’s completely... lost his mind.” A shiver ran down my spine. The King Alpha was a cold man but had always maintained a facade of control. This description felt surreal to me. “Lost his mind? What are you talking about, Jennie? What happened?” I asked, leaning forward in the bathtub, my heart starting to race. Jennie hesitated but continued: “They say that during the day, many people are being killed. He’s turned into a true butcher, a ruthless killer. It seems something happened to completely destabilize him. Many are saying he unco

The silence hung over them like a suffocating shroud, and the emptiness seemed never-ending. Then, a gut-wrenching realization struck them like a bolt of lightning as they stared at two burnt up bodies with crowns on them– the alpha was dead. King Luther I had fallen in battle, giving his life to protect his pack and family. Tears welled up in Madeline's eyes, and she let out a cry of grief and loss that seemed to reach the heavens above.

The King of the Lycans, who was currently laying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep beside him. Darach King, the only beast who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom. He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was madder than any other living Lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness.

“Mate!!!” Alpha Damian breathed the word, his voice a ragged, hungry whisper that carried the weight of eighty years of loneliness. The air in the alleyway suddenly turned heavy, charged with the overwhelming power of an Alpha King who had finally found his soul's anchor. Under normal circumstances, Alexander could have escaped with a simple flick of his wrist, vanishing into the shadows before Damian could even blink. But in this drugged state, his magic was a tangled mess, leaving him powerless, nothing but easy, beautiful prey for the Alpha King.