Marvel The King Novels & Stories

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

Jesus! My eyes are large, my jaw agaped, and my mind blown when I see his stomach regenerating. Within a minute, his entire body is fixed like nothing happened and King Marcellus floats to stand on his feet. "The Central king will not tell you but I will. He tried to kill me because of a human." King Marcellus speaks only a fraction of the truth. "Is it true, Kael?" These three new presences give off the same royal aura too, so I'm guessing they are also Kings and Queens.

Marvel returned with Sharon to their abode and on getting to the palace they noticed everywhere had been cleared and the soldier's body had all been burnt. "Listen up soldiers of the Blackwood pack. Today marks the day I became an orphan. I know I don't have what it takes to lord over you all. But I have to brace up and become the next Alpha king, and my Princess here seizes to be no more a princess as from today. She is now the Luna of the Blackwood. And you must not defile her words. Her authority is just like mine." Alpha Marvel spoke with a howl into the air as his Luna Sharon joined too.

He muttered under his breath. I didn’t answer, because I was desperate. Only desperate people seek out the Blood mafia and I was far past desperation. We were led through a massive hall until we reached the throne chamber. Two massive metal doors opened slowly, at the center sat the man every one called the Barbarian King. King Arkhavel. He looked exactly like the rumors described.

the king yelled at the girl, it hurt me to see her sobbing that bad, “ What is going on here?” I asked Serai in a whisper, “It is okay to speak freely nobody can see or hear us, this is king Shawn-Van Brooke, the ruler of the great kingdom of Draco and the father of Mara Van-Brooke, you see the girl sobbing she is his daughter.” “ Why does she look so much like me then?” “ Because you are her descendant, Macy,” “ I am?”, “Yes, you are,” “ She is being forced to be mated to a werewolf by her father,”

Marcella suppressed a chuckle. “I am king Dragomir of…” “King?”, Marcella’s mouth almost dropped open, she was excited Raisel had come back with someone she was interested in, it was a mother’s intuition, of course, she knew. He was a fine young man no doubt, and from his physique she knew he was from the upper class but…“King?”, she asked again to be sure she had heard right. Raisel smoothed her hair and finally summoned the courage to look her mother in the eye, “He is a dragon king”, she blurted out.

I suddenly felt weak in my knee as I struggled to seat back on my throne gripping it. "Are you alright?" Marek asked as he made a gesture to stand up and help me. "I'm fine, you haven't answered my question," I said with a grim voice. I am the alpha king and I was destined to rule this realm and to rule mean to share in my people's pain, sorrow, and happiness.

Marcel says laughing. "Brother try and relax, you don't need to be so uptight especially with us"Marcel says as he taps prince Aldrich on his shoulder in an understanding manner. Marcellus is the son of one of the most wealthiest and influential person in Nevera, his father holds the position as the king's right hand man and advisor. His father is a friend of my father and "High Lord Duncan" is a very hard man. So of any one can understand the burden that comes with being the son of someone that influential and powerful then that someone is Marcel...

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

"I couldn't get to drink with you last night, how about we start sneaking off to the cellar and have a really nice time? I took hold of her from my face. Marcella loved to drink at times but now wasn't the time. I needed to be in the right state of mind to get my plans together. I needed to be pronounced the Alpha King by law and certification. I was married now, there was a queen to sit on my throne. What was keeping the elders? "Don't be such a square, I'll make it a nice time." She winked at me. If I didn't know Marcella's corny jokes I would have thought this was an invitation for drunken sex.