Marvel The King Novels & Stories

I shouted, my voice echoing through the dining room. “You’re Capo dei Capi. That means you’ve always got a target on your back. Allies matter. I’ve been having meetings to help you! Dammit!” My blood turned to fire. “Listen well, because I won’t say it again,” I growled, venom in my tone. “I am your fucking King. If I don’t assign something, you don’t fucking do it. The next time you meet anyone behind my back, I’ll consider it a breach of Omertà and won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”

I asked Elder Morgana. Damon interrupted her as she was about to speak. “Listen, everyone. I don't care who you are or what you are. I am the only one with the title of a king here. I am not just the alpha of a pack alone. I am the alpha king, and I demand total respect from all of you. It's one kingdom and I lead everyone!”

I kept on repeating while moving stepping back. My fingers were trembling so badly but that was the least of my concerns. This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke. I knew what this meant… I had heard the stories. The Mafian King, A man that can put terror on anyone just from his mere presence. He was a ruthless man who ruled with an iron hand. And not just that, the terrible way he treats his numerouse concubines like a plaything is nothing to write home about. I remember a particular story of his fellow rival mafia who refused to obey him.

we explain quickly while walking to Karina's room and a small sigh comes through the phone before his response. "Unfortunately Adeline can not join Pack Thurman without becoming it's leader. She is royalty now. The last King had two younger brothers. They technically formed a royal pack of their own. According to the royal history book, the three royals could mindlink with one another outside of wolf form. The final shift caused a permanent connection between their wolf spirits. Since The King and his wolf are one the beings of the same bloodline are all connected with him. Offspring of The King will also have a permanent connection. This connection begins when an individual gains a wolf and

Beautiful. Was the first word that rang in my head as grey piercing eyes met mine. The King didn't have horns like the rumors had said, he was no ugly beast, and he certainly didn't have ugly fangs hanging out from his mouth, no. The King… was beautiful in a powerful masculine way… He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Almost like he belonged with gods and not us mere were-folks. But why… Why did he look familiar? Those grey eyes didn't leave mine, I watched in horror as the expression in them morphed from shock to blinding fury. His face was bright red with rage.

He wondered. For years after their capture, his mother had tried to get pregnant for Vallezarii. He wanted more dragon children but all for naught. The queen’s existence had been a sad one. And the king’s cruelty against her and her inability to give him more children eventually led to her death. Such would be Mare’s fate if she could not provide the king with an heir. But if she did, by some magic or sorcery or a joke of the gods, give birth to children for the king…then his position would be stripped off him. He would once again be an outcast. Would the king have any reason to keep him alive? Or his sister alive?

King's Weibo quickly caused a wave of excitement. All the keyboard men who insulted An Taotao were instantly hit in the face that they thought they were completely stupid. Who is Mr. King? That is the overlord of a city, the first person in the world’s rich list. Not only is he rich, but also impeccable in appearance. He is the object of all women's fantasy, but his gloomy and fierce character keeps women from stepping back. They always thought that such a big guy would kick An Taotao off.

Her bones and muscles were starting to adjust to the Blood Thirst demands. Olivier who was the only male child that was made and not born who happened to be another one of the poor vampires who could not grow up but was very powerful served the vampire king, walked over to the King and grabbed Jezzebelles fallen hand. He closed his eyes and felt the immense pain she was going thru.

I don't reply her, choosing to remain silent. I had told her about the fight with Astria and my talk with commander Roan but not about Arkan and I… and our kiss. “Oh, come on! You don't even know who he is! He's your mate….” “He’s not just my mate, Pip!” I whisper-yell. “He’s the king, you fool! The King of the West! The one everyone’s been whispering about!” Her eyes widen comically. “Oh!” Oh indeed. I drag my fingers through my hair, frustrated at everything.

Fate cannot stop love from growing like a storm floating in me. As we grew older, Mark and I followed in the footsteps of our father's king to take over everywhere. Gradually the territory of Arina expanded, and the number of herds was suppressed more and more. Most of them agreed to be slaves to Arina. I'm Mark's brother and the next king will be me. But no, I know my father's king intended to pass it on to Mark. He said that me so cruel; had no humanity. Unfortunately, he doesn't know; my whole heart just pays for Brucer. I will never give love to those who are worthless to me.