Mean King Novels & Stories

"Perhaps a match with Princess Catherine? Her lineage is impeccable, and her presentation as an alpha last spring ensures—" "The King's lineage requires no supplementation from a lesser house," a cool, smooth voice interrupted. The chamber went instantly still. Arthur’s gaze flicked involuntarily toward the end of the table. Regent Malakor sat there, draped in black and silver, his posture relaxed in a way that screamed absolute authority. He hadn't touched his wine. He hadn't touched his parchment. He had spent the last hour simply watching.

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.

I have only seen him last night after five years but now, staring at him under the sunlight, I realize what I have missed in a hurry last night. Kade King Majesty is dressed in tailored suit, and a fur jacket that represents the king that he is. Around his neck is a golden necklace, on his earlobes are Golden earrings and on his neck is a tattoo no one had ever possessed. He has full beards. Neatly trimmed and golden eyes that match the fire in his soul, in his heart.

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.

The room erupted into a thunderous standing ovation, and Axel smiled with genuine warmth and gratitude. They were all stunned. They had no idea the CEO of A.A Entertainment would be so young and promising. They'd expected an old man behind the scenes. This was a shocker for all of them, and the Internet was on fire. When it was time for questions, Laura quickly stood to her feet. “Mr. A, or should I call you, Mr. Axel, you go by the surname King. It is quite a unique surname, and also happens to be the name of Boston's most powerful and richest man. Kevin King, CEO of King Global. By chance, are you related to him? Or is that just a coincidence?” she asked and reporters began whispering amon

I did it intentionally, and I wondered how I knew it was him. Trying not to dwell on it, I changed the topic. “Why do they call him Alpha?”? I asked Jones, who walked besides me. “Because he is the alpha king.” “Who is an alpha king?” “An alpha king is like a king, a judge, and a military commander all rolled into one, like a president of a country the only difference between him and a president is that he is not elected into office, he is born to lead because he is stronger, smarter, more instinctively dominant”.

Aiden tensed at the recognition. “Yes, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice a bit skeptical. “How did you know that?” The King smirked. “I’m the Alpha King; It’s my job to know these things,” he said. “The Capital is a big pack. You’ve done well for yourself.” “Thank you, sir. I appreciate the compliment. I’ll be sure to pass it along to my mother and father upon our return.” He didn’t make mention of his father’s condition and I wondered why. Maybe he was trying to figure out if the King knew anything before he brought it up first.

' Arsenio cursed in his heart and felt anxious at the same time. How not to worry? It turns out that the enemy he will face has a lot of Action Points and Victory Points. So far, the people Arsenio met didn't have that many points. "Father." Felix briefly hugged the shaved-headed man. Even though his appearance is not cool, it is even considered mediocre. Shaved head and pot belly. However, he had the highest position and was the most influential person in the Black organization. Yes, his name is Keenan Matthew. However, people know him better by the name King.

he responded, flexing his fingers effortlessly. Turning to the crowd, I mused aloud, “Imagine, if I record the king’s name into my database now, at his age of 30. What if, in a decade, when he is 40, I use his ‘name’ while he is still 30 to reconstruct his body? What will happen?” The king, who had been watching intently, suddenly stood up, realization dawning in his eyes, “That means, we can be immortal!”

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”