Mercenary King Novels & Stories

The alpha who'd been ready to start a fight two minutes ago was now kneeling on the floor of the council chamber, forced there by the voice of his king. Mercer was already down. He'd gone to his knees the moment the command left Darien's mouth, his body responding before his mind could process what was happening. His officers behind him had dropped too, three men who'd been ready to throw punches now pressed into the stone by something they couldn't see but couldn't resist.

Regardless of how loud her voice is when excitement takes over her as she speaks, Lucius leered his attention to the outside world through the window and he went lost in his own abyss. He missed it all. He missed his powers, his brother, his kingdom… Everything. He wasn’t supposed to be next-in-line for the throne. It was supposed to be his older brother – Axl. Axl did become king after their father had passed but they had nothing to do; when the scroll started writing the prophecy on itself, Axl abdicated his position as the king of the underworld and passed his crown, throne, and kingdom to Lucius. He never wanted it. If the prophecy was more different – he would’ve spent his entire life b

Whoever this man was, he truly was a man of filth. “You dare speak of my mate again Verone, I swear I’ll have your tongue” Niklaus said angrily. The man was clearly insane, I could even see it in his cold eyes. “King Verone, dearest King Niklaus, have you forgotten that we have had a past between us? Because I certainly haven’t” King Verone chuckled darkly, Niklaus tensed and squeezed my hand, I looked at him to find his eyes on me, begging me to stay quiet. I didn’t open my mouth after that looking at the king. His eyes changed in color a few times, once green, the second red, then yellow. Everyone around us was quiet and tense, all of us worried about both kings deciding to attack one anot

The queen introduced himself. Mercy smiled at her; she was friendly. “A pleasure to meet you, queen Laura, I am Luna Mercy of the Black Moon pack and mother of Luka the demon king.” Mercy introduced herself but the part of calling her son the demon king did not sit well with her. But it seemed that on these parts, her son was known as the demon king, she did not know if that is how he introduced himself or how the people know somehow.

I stumbled to the couch, collapsing onto it at the far end from the priestess as my mind raced through all of my kills, questioning if I had been killing innocents all along. “Don’t fret.” Honor spoke attempting to soothe me. “Not all of your kills were unjust. Even Lana’s death was justified when it came to her. She chose to go a darker path when she was ostracized from the palace. She hurt many people in her anguish.” I sat in stunned silence, my mind still reeling as Honor continued her story. The Priestess circle had handed out assignments to the guild, people whom the goddess foresaw coming to the King’s aide in his unholy quest. He remained undeterred from his path, seeking other means

"Forgive me for the mess. The mercenary was a tricky target. He trapped us in multiple dangerous traps, every one of which deteriorated my troops. I apologize for only being able to return myself." The King, clad in his formidable golden mantle while seated on his high-backed velvet chair and arm rest with a golden frame in the middle of the elevated platform as the flag of his kingdom — Caelum — was hung elegantly, nodded calmly. As if he expected it to happen. "Were they a burden to you?" His low, calm yet domineering voice reigned on all four corners. Alessia unconsciously gulped the lump in her throat. The men were kind and dedicated men, but they were a heavy baggage to carry around. Th

Davin eyed us both and smiled. "We got word that Kohner is possibly dying and they are looking for his descendents. Apparently there is only one as stated by the human hunter Marwan," Davin said firmly. I glanced over at Ashr and grinned. "Guess your former pet is going to become a king, and love the man who killed his father. How scandalous," I mumbled light heartedly. Davin looked shocked. "That scrawny male stabbed the Demirkan king," he said aghast. I chuckled softly and Ashr elbowed me making me yelp due to his boney ass elbows.

I mumbled and turned red seeing the king's son propped up with his arms, his lower regions under the water, and a big grin on his face. "You might want to let Keran know his kid is getting the best blow job of his life at the moment," I chuckled and looked up at Cadac's pursed lips. He growls, not happy with the merfolk being taken advantage of. I rolled my eyes, knowing that they were more than willing partners. I watched as Cadac whispered into the king's ear and the look of horror on Keran's face as he spied his son. I chuckled when he started yelling at him, the poor kid.

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former Lycan king. He was courageous, noble, and the most pow