Merciless King Novels & Stories

I gesture to Ogi to wipe his lips, but instead, I get McKenzies attention. "Oh my god. Why is King with purple lips?" She screams. I can sense all eyes on me. "Awesomesauce..." I say. He's a quarter of mile away. "You're paying for this..." I whisper, knowing that he's listening. I walk towards McKenzie, revenge on my face "Listen up, everybody, McKenzie is speaking her mind. Shut tha funk up so thy Queen Bee does not need to scream. Lord knows she can't survive much longer without her dose... of atention." And then I tell her "MethHead" and smile.

Cedric boomed and Sera’s eyes sparked up with interest. “Really how?” “Poison and hunger.” “What? How?” Sera asked with genuine interest and Cedric smiled at her curiosity. “Do you know why so many people fear the king even though there are other rulers that have killed more people than him?” Cedric asked to which Sera shook her head. “That’s because the king is ruthless and merciless in his plans for destruction. He’s always ready to sacrifice his time to plan the most painful and gruesome revenge for anyone who dares to harm his loved ones.... and he doesn’t mind waiting years to do that.”

In The Kingdom of Valeria; The king of Valeria was seated on his throne with two men next to him, King Darien an arrogant and crafty man who ruled his kingdom like a prison filled with criminals. He stared at the people who were beneath him in disgust. There were six other people in the room. They were chiefs, advisors and ministers. The man in charge of the army was also there, as he had to give a report to the king. The king had an angry look on his good-looking face. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He wore a long robe that was made from the finest silk. He tapped his fingers on his throne as he boiled internally. He had rings on each of the fingers.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

He moved closer and, if she had still been the deluded girl she was a year ago, Deborah might have even thought the emotion shining in his eyes was pain “Is this a proof of how heartless you are? Nothing I'm doing matters, because you just don't have feelings?” "Feelings? Yes, I think I had them one day not long ago. But, you broke them with great mastery, my King.” She stared at him, his features contorted like a beast leaving her relieved; it was always easier to be humiliated by him when there was nothing to remind her of the man she loved “I'm sorry if there's nothing left to make my misery even more pleasing in your eyes.”

Although she was letting him rule now, she still had her plans. "Father, I don't care about what he is, or who he is. All I care about is his throne. I want his throne, and that's all that matters," Myla retorted, arrogantly. Little did she know that she was playing with fire. And that he was not just some ordinary king, but a king who came back from death. Someone who survived all the hardship just to take revenge and take back what belongs to him. With a smile, Luther nodded and said "Then, I will arrange your wedding to the Neela king."

Praying that they wouldn't see her from where she hid behind a wall, she peeped to see what was going on and she saw her parents were on their knees with their hands bound behind them and king Mortis who looked like he was in his mid-forties stood before them with blank heartless eyes but had a menacing and icy smile on his face… he didn't seem human at all and that alone was scary. “King Mortis, please have mercy and spare our lives. We have done nothing wrong and have always stuck to our rules as Lycans. Please let us be and spare our lives, we swear on the moon goddess that we would never retaliate” Lycan king henry begged and king Mortis laughed in response.

The heat from his body made me feel like I was melting from the inside out. "What do you have planned for me?" I was brave enough to ask, and I saw the dark look on his face get even darker when I did. At that moment, he looked so mean that I couldn't help but be afraid of him. After all, he was the Lycan King, and he could do a lot of terrible things to his own people. I don't think that just because I was his friend, he would still let me get away with anything. He just didn't have any kind or gentle qualities. He was cold and cruel.

The contempt he cherished for that thing and for all the nobles who, during the main work, had used Elaine coldly - both to manipulate Callisto, and for their own interests together with the damned angels. I would crush them. I would destroy them before they could even look at Elaine directly. 60% of that dance was nothing but bugs being trampled. "The prince of the 6th territory, Morpheus" everyone in the hall could hear and my eyes turned to face that pair of amethysts. Morpheus, the prince of dreams, nightmares and also the ruler of the territory, who was known to retain memories. Among the princes he was certainly the most dangerous when taking into account his mastery and abilities.

Miller's voice quivered with desperation as he pleaded once again, "Please, King Rico, have mercy. Release me from these chains. I beg of you." King Rico's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Miller's spine. "Mercy?" King Rico scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You seem to misunderstand, Miller. Mercy is not a concept that exists in my world. You are here for a purpose, a purpose that will serve me and further my ambitions." Miller's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and defiance. "I will never serve you willingly," he spat, his voice filled with an inner strength that he managed to gather which surprised even himself. "You cannot break my s