Merciless King Novels & Stories

"I know this might be the only way, considering their condition, yet, like your father will always say, tough times don't always require tough measures." I snorted derisively, waving away the comment from Ebenezer. "That is my father and this is me. I am the King now and unless you are still loyal to my father, this is what we are going to do." The elder lifted his hands up to demonstrate his submission. "For long I have been ignoring the caprices of the humans as they keep trying to step on the foot of our people," my eyes skidded about, "but not anymore." "But your mo_"

But I didn't care though. "But I'm not going to kill her." I adder, squinting at the sunlight that was high overhead. The chief guard looked like he was about to argue about my suggestion, but then he snapped back. He seemed to have thought better of it. "As you wish, King Aiden," he said with a benevolent smile flashing across his dry lips. From there, I went on to meet Calisté. She was still bitter over what happened but i didn't care as i walked in on her in her room

Liana lingered in the chamber as Kael dismissed the servants. The heavy door closed. Silence wrapped around them like a cloak. Only then did Kael rise, turning to face her fully. His gaze burned, hot and unrelenting. “You enjoy testing me in front of my council.” Liana tilted her chin. “Perhaps I enjoy reminding them that the king is not the only one with teeth.” He moved toward her slowly, like a predator savouring the chase. “You are bold, little queen. Bold enough to embarrass lords, bold enough to provoke your king. Do you know what happens to those who forget their place?”

He should’ve come for his princess himself. If Aria truly betrayed him—if she’d compromised his empire—he would’ve hunted her personally. Made an example of it. He wouldn’t outsource something this important. Unless… Unless killing her isn’t the goal. Unless flushing something out is. Unless I am. The realization settles heavy in my gut. Vincenzo Moretti doesn’t throw pieces off the board. He sacrifices them to reposition the king. I exhale slowly. Aria thinks she’s been outlawed. Maybe she has.

Guard Victor frantically shook his head, "No, your majesty. You're the best king in the world. Every other being in this world needs to serve as your rug," "Is that what you really think?" The king squatted in front of the guard. "Yes, I really think so," he answered quickly. "You know, not everyone is worthy to be my rug. Many in this world including you..." the king lifted the guard's chin with his index finger before continuing his words, "are trash," "Yes, my king," the guard knew better not to argue with this mad king. Whatever he said and did was the right thing. King Kyle straightened his body and levitated, "I haven't massacred people in a long time. Some rats from a small shack actu

she added. Philip clenched his jaw as he stared at me with so much hate."I can't temper justice with mercy. She crossed the line the moment she tried to hurt you. If she has forgotten her place, then I've taken it upon myself to bring her to her place which is under you. For that reason, I won't renounce my declaration." He snapped.

"I already have someone in mind for you. The King of Valethorne. King Malakar." Eryndra's breath caught in her throat. The name hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment she couldn't breathe at all. Of course it was a name everyone knew - even children in the furthest villages whispered about King Malakar in frightened tones. The heartless king. The cruel ruler who found joy in others' suffering. The man they called the devil incarnate.

Merikh, the ruthless Lycan King who commanded armies and terrorized high councils, looked down at his hands with a vulnerability. "You think I wanted to tell you about the mud?" Merikh asked, his voice rough and stripped of all armor. "You think I wanted to look the daughter of Red Leaf's Alpha in the eye and tell her I grew up starving in the slums, surviving on scraps, treated like garbage by my own blood until I learned how to kill? I couldn't tell you the things I suffered through before I came to this kingdom, Maya. My life is not clean. It is built on blood, dirt, and survival."

POV Lucas Lucas "Kill him!" Williams’ A scream hit the cathedral walls and came back at me twice. I felt it in my teeth. "Commander! Did you hear me? Put your sword through the King. Now!" My sword was already out. I didn't remember drawing it. The King knelt on the marble between the altar steps and the ring of Elders, one palm flat on the stone, the other hand stretched toward me. His crown lay by the altar where it had rolled.

Thanks to the System, I managed to give birth to a fifth heir for a king who was destined never to have children. However, my baby was killed by the queen, Vasya Edolina. Sebastian Sylvestrion comforted me, saying, “Vasya lost the ability to have children after helping me conquer these lands. She’s jealous, and she’s only expressing her unhappiness. Don’t mind her.” Everyone thought I would rage against Queen Vasya for my lost baby’s life as I used to, but I only nodded numbly. “Nightmares plague Queen Vasya. You should visit her, Your Majesty,” said Mathild, the queen dowager’s head lady’s maid. “Your Majesty, Her Majesty is crying because she dreamed of the five late princes coming