Marvel The King Novels & Stories

After King Marcellus was blinded by the power that Purple Smoke gave, he went back to Saortias as a completely different person–more cruel, more arrogant and more desperate as ever. He totally forgot that Purple Smoke was his real enemy. Instead, his hatred and jealousy had ascended to the highest level.

I found myself asking again, my shock escalating. This is truly appalling... "Well, while the words spoken were indeed disrespectful, not everyone was pleased with the Alpha's ruthless response. But as always, our King remains indifferent to the opinions of others," Mara chuckled, concluding with a laugh. I couldn't muster a smile. In fact, her laughter left me feeling uneasy. I'm at a loss for words... A King known for his brutality, with loyal servants. That's the only way I can describe Mara and the King at this moment.

"Marl, clean up here. I don't want my customer to complain about the mess here." But Marl wasn't moving. He just stood there like someone had frozen him in place, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, staring at Draevon like he'd seen death itself walk through the door. Marl could recognize Draevon anywhere. Everyone in the supernatural kingdoms knew what the mad king looked like. And he knew, he just KNEW, that Draevon was here because of what happened last night. His sister Miraeve had lost. Been humiliated. She would have run straight to her brother and told him everything.

With the death of the previous king, the kingdom was in need of a leader who could embody the principles of love, wisdom, and justice. Roberick, a nobleman deeply respected throughout the realm, emerged as the perfect candidate. He had demonstrated unwavering dedication to the welfare of the people, a profound sense of fairness, and an undeniable love for the kingdom and its citizens. His vision for Avondale was one of equity, where the principles of love, wisdom, and justice would guide his rule. In the grand square of the kingdom's capital, Roberick stood before the people, a figure of hope and promise. Dressed in regal attire, he was crowned as the new ruler. The air was filled with antic

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her. ‘ We have to find him’, Argus said with a mark of determination. ‘ Then we will ask why he did that.’ Selene nodded. People all around her were sobbing silently. The whole village outside had stood transfixed. No voices could be heard. No laughter of children. No chattering of ladies. The news has already spread. The sudden demise of their king has made everyone bewildered and traumatized. Karmen was a benevolent ruler who provided a good secured life to his tribe. He fought battles, looted rich nobles, and donated everything for the welfare of his people. Now his death brought confusion in their minds re

Niamh asked in awe. Marvel smiled, "My mother is the High-Priestess, remember? When you became Queen, my mother and the other priestesses had this made in case you ever had to go into battle. It should help protect you." Maeval drew back the Queen's braided hair and fixed it with the comb. "Now you are ready," Marvel said, and Moidrin nodded in agreement. The handmaidens walked to the armory doors and opened them wide. King Lorcan was standing with General Aengus just outside and looked up when the doors swung open.

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

Teacher Marvel swiftly interfered to stop him, “What are you doing, Brandon? Control your wolf!” However, Brandon’s gray wolf was growling nonstop, not ready to back off. Vincent took two steps forward by putting his one hand in the trousers’ pocket, he raised his brow. “This Alpha has dared to challenge me. Mr. Marvel, please step aside!” Vincent’s Royal tone touched a sliver of dread to my spine, his very presence radiated a menacing aura that warned about an impending doom. I had read in my childhood that, “Challenging your King is a sign of rebellion.”

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.