Mercenary King Novels & Stories

How are we going to warn them? So let's recap: this girl, Sera, came to the kingdom looking for Joshua and me. Apparently, our parents stole a precious gem they wanted back. So, Sera has now declared war because we couldn't give what she wanted. Within days, some of her men entered the main kingdom and destroyed it. Now, her whole army is approaching the outer walls of the palace. Part of Satia has fallen. We are a country with towns and villages; our kingdom is the capital of it all. We have three main gates surrounding the main palace. There are outer, middle, and upper walls.

he worriedly said as he looked at Clad. “Shit, I am not done yet.” A number of footsteps were then heard coming not so far from where they were. ‘Ah, the reinforcements…’ Looking at Alex, he motioned his head to let him know that they had to go. “But how about him? ” He asked, pointing at Orlando. … “The king has arrived!! ” Declared by the guard as the king of Voneveir, King Allan, made an appearance with his body fully equipped with armor. “Where are they?”

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

King had crossed a line. Julian knew exactly what King had done. The mercenaries he commanded were loyal to him, bound by years of carefully cultivated trust, fear, and respect. But King—King was different. He was brash, reckless even. The others followed orders without question, but King… he liked to think for himself a little too much. Julian had let it slide in the past—his impulsiveness often proved useful in certain situations—but this time, King had made a serious mistake.

He paused here and looked down at my balled fist but still chose to go on. "A Lycan King's rule is absolute but you're much too weak unlike your father and the others. You shut yourself in your office and behave like ordinary humans do. Focusing on your business empire and all rather than the kingdom. We're the most powerful Lycan kingdom for miles around and that was because of your father, how long do you think all these will hold. Yes, you proved yourself when you killed Kal Fang but that was it. Join us and maintain that legacy."

“Your silence won’t buy you mercy.” He took another step closer, and the leader flinched. The faint light revealed only a glint of cruel amusement in the man’s eyes. “Your king knows,” he said softly, almost whispering now. “And you will deal with him.” The mercenary leader froze, his whole body trembling. He knew what that meant. The rogue king was not a man—he was a nightmare, a legend whispered around dying campfires. A creature without heart or mercy.

Then, a tall man walked over to me. *You must be this lycan king I hear so much about. My name is Mercury Black, I'm Kayla's grandfather.” oh shit the one and only Mercury Black is in my fucking kingdom. My lycan was going nuts. He has been wanting to meet him as well. And now that we have. I came to realize what everybody has been talking about. He's one strong ass dude. That doesn't take shit from anyone. Shaking his hand I nodded “Yeah that's me the lycan king but your granddaughter seems not to believe me she thinks I'm lying because she thinks you are.” Hearing him chuckle, he explained.

The ink was faded, but the words were still clear. King Malrek the Bloodied. Reign: 70 years ago to 10 years ago. Known for: The Great Burning, the Trial of the Innocents, the Reaping Wars. “This is the Lycan King’s father,” Aurora said. “Malrek. He ruled before the current king. And from what I’ve read, he was worse than anything we’ve seen so far.”

That was all I felt too. The doors to the main hall opened, and the smell hit me first—cedar, smoke, and power. Then I saw him. Lucien Moretti. Alpha King of the Northern Territories. The man who slaughtered my father. The man who burned my pack to the ground when I was five years old. He sat on a throne of black stone like he owned the night itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes like molten silver. A scar cut across his jaw, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding back violence.

I answered immediately, hoping to get something good from them. “I have some good news,” he started and I put it on speaker. “The King of Meridara is willing to work with us to take Lunaroria back and he is sending 5000 warriors to back us up. I'll be coming back with the Prince of Meridara who has a vast knowledge about witches and has secretly spent some time in Umbraeth.” I nodded. “That's great. Express my utmost gratitude to His Majesty.” “I will.” He hung up the call and I glanced up at King Aldric.