Marvel The King Novels & Stories

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

Vespera explained, “we exempted the king right?” “What's your deal with the king?” I whispered to her in disgust, an old hag wanting to get married to the king. Such guts! “I just discovered that Selene is his Achilles heel, all I need is revenge on the king. Weaken his power and control the throne, Viola! We could all be rulers,” he smiled. Vespera breathed in relief, I leaned in and asked. “When would the attack commence?” “Tomorrow night,” he responded slyly. “And then, we become rulers.”

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

What the fuck do I say, “What do you mean, princess?” “I am Raven, and I know that you are Hunter King.” Well, maybe this was not what I was expecting, yet I am going to be proven wrong. “I know you are Hunter King, the King of the Underworld.” I gasp and feel as if I can nearly fucking faint as those words leave her sweet lips, then, “What does it make you then?” “I think you know.”

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

The King not speaking is outside even his appropriate protocol. Just as I was about to speak, the King gave himself a shake, looking directly at Marly, “Have we met before?” he asked. Shaking her head, “No, we have not,” Marly responded. “I am certain we have met before. You are very familiar to me,” the King continued. Marly looked to me helplessly, as the King simply stared. He then looked down to Marly’s mark. He stepped forward tilting Marly’s head so he could see it clearly. “Oh, my Goddess. This is not possible,” he murmured. “What is not possible?” I asked tensely. “Your mate is of royal descent,” he stated.

Darting my eyes to his face, my eyes almost bulged out of its sockets. With a chiseled jawline that accentuated his features, it soon hit me that I knew this face. Staring intently at him, my eyes soon widened in disbelief as my hands flew over my mouth in shock. He was the rogue king— The same king who made life a living hell for Darius by trying to take the pack from him so many times. “Marcel” But, he was declared dead years ago. “Yeah, Marcel” His voice caused chills to run down my spine as I stared at him in disbelief.

she giggled as they walked out of the room. * Getting out, they met someone Martha wished they really didn't have to see. Valerie. "Oh...." She muttered as they stopped walking. "Greetings, My King". "Valerie" Lincoln's tone was flat. "How're doing?" "I'm... completely fine, My King. I had no idea you were with him, Martha. Um...Are you two going out, My King?" She asked, her voice sounding as calm as it could ever be. She had this straight royal face.

She was hearing Beta, Alpha…she knew what Alpha meant but why are they using such titles. Cara sighed and said, 'I'm sure you still don't understand. King Arthur is the Alpha and in his kingdom, he's referred to only as Alpha Vermont while in other kingdoms, they just call him King Vermont or King Arthur. The Beta is his second in command, just like the man who pointed a sword at you was the second in command of King Arthur's late father. And the third in command is the Gamma. They stand side by side with their Alpha. And those are their mates…their chosen wives…" She sighed again and uttered, "Unlike us, we haven't found ours, though I think I like King Vermont. He's not bad.'