Monarch Henchman Novels & Stories

The broom he held was the most ancient kind of broom… When the monk saw Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton, he immediately bowed to them. The monk was very thin. There was a fairy-like aura around him. Meanwhile, Xyla, Stanley, and the bodyguards quickly bowed to the monk. Soon, the monk approached them. “Why are you here?” he asked. “I have an appointment with Chief Cornelius Kroe… I need to discuss something with him…” Stanley said. “Please come with me…” The monk respectfully bowed to them again.

That damn smile still curled on her face as her hands now toyed with the strands of hair along my chin, like she wasn’t talking treason in the middle of our bed. “And what makes you think I’m interested in anything you have to say?” I asked, my tone cold and unshaken. She laughed, full and sharp, like glass breaking. “That’s a f*cking joke, right? Alexandro, you know me. I know things... Important things. That’s how I survive. That’s why you’re lucky to have me. And now? I’m about to tell you something that’ll shake Della Mano to its knees. Vincent’s entire kingdom... gone.”

Monkey had just zipped past the crosswalk at the intersection when a line of little kids, probably first or second graders, started crossing the street, their teachers leading the way. Helma tripped, and that was when she caught Monkey giving her a death stare, his finger pointed at one of the kids. She glimpsed something dangerous in his sleeve—a hidden arrow. The look in Monkey's eyes screamed 'threat,' and Helma froze right where she stood. Monkey spun on his heel and took off running again, vanishing around the corner of another street in no time. Helma was left standing there, an icy fear gripping her. Ethan's crew had tracked her down! Monkey was Ethan's lackey, and if Ethan had sent h

The monastery clung to the cliffs of Montenegro like a secret. Its stone walls were weathered by centuries of wind and silence. Inside, the man known only as “Il Monaco” moved through candlelit corridors, his robes brushing against ancient mosaics. He was not a monk. He was a ghost. A former intelligence officer turned rogue strategist, Il Monaco had spent the last decade weaving webs between governments, cartels, and mafias. He didn’t believe in loyalty—only leverage.

It seemed he'd have to proceed with caution and patience. "Flame Monarch," the Green King greeted, lowering his head and preparing to bow—only to be stopped by a casual wave of the Flame Monarch's hand. "That won't be necessary," he said flatly. The Flame Monarch didn't even pause. He walked straight into the residence. By the time Felix followed him in, the Flame Monarch was already inspecting Christopher up close, his expression unreadable. He asked, "Where are his personal items?" This time, the Green King brought out the tray himself. After all, this was the Flame Monarch they were dealing with, the supreme figure in all of Aquamarinus.

The Hidden Monarch was interested in the map fragment he held. Coincidentally, Andrius also had some interest in the Hidden Monarch’s fragment. Swoosh! The next moment, Andrius flew into the main hall. The person standing there had a dignified presence with white eyebrows, making him look imposing. He was none other than the famous Hidden Monarch! “Andrius, I am the Hidden Monarch.” Seeing Andrius, the Hidden Monarch said bluntly, “I wish to exchange the Immortal Demon Palace map fragment in your possession with an inheritance and artifact left by a Divine King level expert. What do you think?

“Gilda called an hour ago—she says the Monarch’s shifting strategy. He’s moving into the city.” “Meaning?” “He’s bringing the battle here,” Rhett replied. “Winchester, Almonte, all of it. He wants us out in the open.” My stomach knotted. Rhys tossed a file onto the table. Photos slid out—burned-out trucks, torn crates, the Monarch’s black insignia spray-painted like a brand across steel. “Gilda says he’s not working alone,” Rhys added. “There’s new money backing him. Someone on the inside’s feeding him intel.”

Amy was standing there as Henry knelt beside the body. "Who are you?" I asked Amy standing in front of her. "The Queen" She mocked me. "No more games Aubrey Blaine. No more games. Face the true monarch bravely. Don't hide behind a façade. Face me and end this. Remove your mask." I spoke pointedly at her.

In a way, Frank was really impressed with how Mona could just keep eating without caring about what was happening just outside. While he was exasperated with taking in such a single-minded glutton, he gave Mona a look. "I'm counting on you here. Call me right away if the Soranos came here… and if anyone messes around in this mansion, beat them within an inch of their lives." "Got it!" Mona nodded enthusiastically. When all was said and done, she was still Birthright rank and had the protection of the mysterious Haply Hall—her ability was more or less assured.

“Did I fail to mark my territory, or did you simply refuse to scent the warning? After all, who was it that tried to cull me from a room I had already claimed?” Grant leveled a look of pure disgust at Jennifer and Victoria. “My sentries informed me that the Sanctuary I personally sealed for Lady Monroe was trespassed upon by scavengers. I was curious to see who lacked the basic honor of the pack. They knew the seal was set, yet they broke it. I never imagined it would be you two. You claim Nixon blood, but you behave like rogues. How could any true member of the High Pack act with such vulgarity?”