Mercenary King Novels & Stories

he answered. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, "if you were experiencing troubles, you should have gone to report yourself to the empress." "Yes, my lord, forgive me." "Now a great number of your peopley people are dead. We have experienced too much losses these past years, we must avoid any more at all cost." "Yes my lord.' "Now tell me who had a bone to pick with you." "King Hilary of Venice, my lord. We once struggled over a piece of land which I eventually got but he hasn't seemed to recover from the shame it caused him. Also King Potiphar, we have a seemingly natural hatred for each other."

The King grumbled. “I should fucking slit your throat, Raven.” The mercenary didn’t even flinch. He must have been used to these kinds of threats. “I’m only following your orders.” The King yawned. “Not my orders. My brother thinks bringing more women to me will satisfy my cock’s addiction. I have enough holes to fuck—this ugly woman won’t make a difference.”

She was bowing at Kaden. My poor brain short-circulated and for the first time in my life, I felt as though I might faint. I desperately needed blood. After tasting fresh blood from a Kaden and Aurelian back at Kingmaker, it was too difficult to go back to drinking from donor blood bags, and it was far from satisfying. I missed him… well not exactly him, just his taste, but I hated him far more, and every single one of his kind. I could practically see the blood pumping in the veins of his thick neck… I gulped and snapped my depraved mind back to reality— why on earth was Meridian calling him King?

He’s talking to a man wearing a raven mask. “Who’s that?” I ask. “The man your father is talking to.” “King Myenas, I believe. See that stupid mask? He’s obsessed with birds.” That confirms the guest list I found in Opal’s belongings is accurate. I need to tell Kane. If King Myenas allies himself with King Peter, we will be in trouble. Before becoming king, Myenas was a warlord who accumulated land by wiping out entire kingdoms. He is a heartless butcher. And he has never lost a battle.

He gets on my nerves like nothing else in this world. “ And you deserve to have your body flowing down a gutter. ” I smile, knowing how even the mention of a ‘gutter’ will unsettle him now. As expected, his jaw ticks as he throws me a murderous glare. “ I see you are still the same. ” “ Of course. Did you think your petty trick will work? Ha! Who do you think you are? ” I roll my eyes, “ Don’t even answer with ‘I am a Lycan King’ Aleister because I have seen my fair share of Lycan Kings in my life. My father was a Lycan King. My brother is one. My best friend’s mate is one and even my ex-fiance is a Lycan King and well…you are the most foolish one among all of them! ”

Verik was here. The vicious king who had no remorse and cut a man's head off with no mercy—no, Myra could recount how he was excited when he did it. He was a bloodthirsty tyrant. Myra could still recall the mad look of exhilaration in his gaze when blood spilled on the tent carpet and Alaric’s head rolled. Their laughter still haunts Myra as Reilania’s broken face pops in her mind and her heart squeezes. Myra finds her heart jumping from Draven’s growl.

She called out to the stranger ahead, almost running to him. Iver’s ears perked up instantly, as his gaze went back to the man. The familiar name rang in his head…no damn way! He didn’t just touch a random man, but the Alpha king! Shit! His stomach dropped with a loud thud, as his face palmed himself. The man who he had just groped shamelessly, was the ruler of Drathmoor, the one whose approval was needed to become the head warrior. And worst…Faiz had looked at him as if he was just dirt underneath his boot.

“You’re a king and the last of your kind.” “This still doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head finding it hard to digest the information I had received. "If anything lycans are extinct." "That's what everyone believes but before my great grandfather, grandfather, and father were killed they shared a secret only they kept with me." She said. "They told me the reason why they were so strong, everyone believed they were just very skilled werewolves but that wasn't the case, they were lycans descendants of the great king Alexander."

I ignored him. “So you really are an elite slut, huh? I can see from the disrespect in your eyes. You know you’re not the only servant who has moved around with his scent, and they weren’t even wearing his clothes.” I gulped at the innuendo in his last sentence. So the king must have slept with a few servants. He’s obviously centuries old and has been with many women, so why do his words hurt? Larmy barked out a grating laugh. “Look at you, acting coy and innocent. You think that’s what he would like?”

It was about guilt too. “I just can’t be there, your majesty. Please. I don’t want to embarrass myself or you,” I explained in between sobs. “You can’t embarrass me anymore. You already did years ago, you murderer!” A knock on the door interrupted us. The door swung open and Keon stepped in. He looked puzzled at the scene before him. I wiped the tears off my eyes immediately. “What is it, Keon?” Finn asked. “The Lycan King of the Ironclaw pack just arrived,” he replied.