Mean King Novels & Stories

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.

*Prince Vincent* I grew up in the Langston Palace knowing that I am the only heir of the Great Alpha King. Yes, my father is the leader of all the alpha wolves that walk this earth. He is Alpha King Jack Langston, who stands in the throne and the one that unites all the alphas of the four regions. Blessed by our creator the Moon Goddess, my father posses the strength which is feared by many wolves.

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

She was just a mere human. Even if he did mark her then, the chances of her surviving the bite would be unlikely. He pulls back and solemnly stares at the mark engraved on her neck through teary eyes. There's a birthmark there, symbolizing her reign over her King. He belonged to her, just as much as she belonged to him. A tear manages to escape his eye as he delicately caresses a thumb along the rose-shaped mark that had bounded them together now. And would even in their after lives.

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

"And…?" “Her father is Legolin Rios, the King of Skogalfheimr.” He muttered. "Yes, it might not seem important to you, but it's best if you remember his name." "Why?" I asked, with my brow still raised. "Why? You ask?" Principal answered with a scorned laugh. "Because he— was the Magic King, the one and only that stood at the pinnacle of magic. So if he wants to, he could flip this entire island upside down without a need to snap his fingers."

“Great. Is he being introduced like a bride at her own wedding?” Noah gave me a warning look. We entered the ballroom just as the Roll Caller’s voice rang out. “Presenting—His Majesty, King Damian” My gaze lifted. And locked onto him. The man from the piano room. Sitting on the throne. The King. Noah, unaware, leaned close and murmured, “Be careful, Aegis. You shouldn't make the mistake of underestimating the King. I heard he's even more powerful than any of his ancestors. They call him The Insanity. And he's almost as psychotic as you are maybe even more."

Edwardo's POV I’m about to call an end to the meeting, but before I can, the door bursts open and King James storms in. Fuck. I’ve never seen him this angry. His brow is furrowed and he looks massive, like his wolf is puffing him up. Metis bares his neck, as we all do. There’s nothing else you can do when your King demands submission like this.

His father cleared his throat awkwardly and then faced the crowd. “Everyone, it’s my pleasure to announce that the King of Kings, Alpha of Alphas, the highest of us all, Superior King Klaus is here to celebrate with us!” Alpha announced with both fear and pride. I guess his pride stemmed from the fact that the highest wolf was here in our pack and fear of making a mistake and risking the anger of the Superior King. All at once, the crowd began cheering and applauding loudly. So this was the Superior King who was always spoken about in fear? His very presence instilled fear in the hearts of whoever was around him.