Mercenary King Novels & Stories

"Old King had three sons. Two were born of his official mating bond to the queen. They were raised inside this citadel, trained in statecraft, and groomed from birth to sit on the throne." I gripped the edges of the table, my mind racing to catch up. "Then where are they?" I asked, my voice dropping. "If the King had legitimate heirs, why does Merikh wear the crown?" "Because the legitimate heirs are now insignificant," Marcus replied coldly. “But that is not the most significant part of Merikh’s history. You need to understand where he came from." Marcus paused, taking a slow sip of his tea before continuing. "Merikh was not raised in this citadel," Marcus said, his voice carrying the weigh

He wasn’t going to be able to hold them back for long. Sera hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to help him, to stand beside him. But she could see the effort it took for him to keep the mercenaries at bay, his body already showing signs of fatigue. His wings were still powerful, but the more he fought, the more draining it became for him. He was a fallen king, a prince of a land that had long since crumbled—but he was still a king. And kings didn’t go down without a fight. “Go!” Caelum shouted, his silver blade flashing as he cut down another mercenary. “Now, Sera!”

And the broken crown. I stared at the final symbol. “Father.” Alaric didn’t answer. “Who is the last king?” His eyes remained fixed on the tree. “The first king.” My stomach tightened. “The first Alpha King?” “No.” His voice became quieter. “The king who ruled before the werewolf kingdoms were divided.” Cassian stepped closer. “What was his name?” Alaric looked at him. “King Malachi.” Cassian frowned. “That name doesn’t exist in our records.”

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

"I should never have let them go alone." "You'd probably be gone too." I close my eyes tightly and clench my hands into fists. "Then at least I'd know if they're even alive," I murmur. "My Queen—" "Don't you dare call me that!" I snarl, my eyes blazing red as Mitalonys threatens to take over. "Until they are proven to be dead, they will remain the kings of the dragons. Until they are found, I am not your queen!"

“Chief, there are Five Heavenly Kings and Eighteen Generals in Regal Palace. You must have heard this one particular person. Not only would you have heard of him, but you should also be quite familiar with him.” “Who?” Gamma asked, giving Vixen a curious look. Vixen smiled lightly, then replied, “Black Caesar.” “Black Caesar.” The senior officers present couldn’t help but rise in respect when they heard the name. Though Regal Palace was far beyond their reach, Black Caesar was indeed a very familiar name to them. Black Caesar, also known as Mercenary Emperor, was the king of mercenaries in the Western underground society. The mercenary group under him, Caesar Mercenary Corps, was known as th

I silently nodded while taking in all this information before something crossed my mind. “Who’s the Lycan king now?” “Me.” He replied, there was a proud ring to his voice as he added, “I’m the Lycan king.” I bit my lower lip to hold in the giggles trying to escape but it was in vain. “You are the king?” I asked, unable to stop giggling until I heard his response. “If you weren’t my mate, you would be buried six feet under the ground by now for mocking my rank in the pack.” He declared coldly. His voice took on vibrancy with the anger he must have felt.

Black veins owned his neck once more as he fought the urge to submit. He was the Alpha King and he submit to no mortal or immortal. He was a god himself and he would not the subjected to cowardice!! Errol stared with amusement as the king fought his command and suddenly, he was pinned on the floor, the king hovering over him, eyes glazing with pure darkness and fangs bore out. "Dude, chill!" Errol surrendered, a smile on his face but The King roared. "I'll torment your soul!!" "We both know that's my job, King Caesar!" Errol beamed even wider. "We both know am only looking out for you. Am your only ally. The devil doesn't like being provoked. If you don't have a son, a bonded creature can al

A few men in suit walked past us and greeted Queen respectfully. “Umm…how do I explain this? Well, simply, this is one of the buildings where King’s mercenary business is managed. It’s like managing an agency of sorts. You know, receiving orders from clients and allocating it to men or teams who can best fulfill the mission,” Queen said before winking at me. --To be continued…

The blonde froze in place, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil to his enemies. - Okay, I will fulfill my promise. Leave us! - the king addressed the onlookers. The vampires in the hall hurried to the exit. Tristan was relieved. The young man was sure that if he planned his moves correctly, he would be able to defeat this pair. Nevertheless, Tantario did not relax. The concept of honor was alien to the enemy. The king could kill the guest without any remorse, despite his own promise. But the Lord grinned and spoke: - I assume you are already familiar with the seraphim. After all, my doll is in your hands,” the king flashed his eyes dangerously, letting the young man know that he would gla