Nameless King Novels & Stories

A prince who never desired the crown or the powers he was born with, and who was not only forced to the throne, but forced the pains of assuming leadership of a place he had always hated. The truth was that the one who was named as the prince - and king - of the underworld, just wanted to be free and wander all over the multiverse. In the story, it was told that at one point he got what he so desired and threw himself into a portal opened by one of the infernal princes, giving himself the luxury of wandering around the planes to which he fell.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

we ask forgetting about our drink and turning our body to face her. She blushes a little as her hand and eyes drop to her adorable bump. "I like Klarc spelled K.l.a.r.c. I think it's a unique spin on a rather simple name... Umm, I like Dirk. It sounds strong. Let's see... Maybe Brayden " Karina says and we tilt our head as we think those names over. They aren't bad names. But none of them seem unique enough. He will be the pup of the King. The only prince in the whole world.

She closed her eyes at the weight of it and wondered if Arthur felt his crown was just as heavy. Tom touched each of their shoulders with the scepter. “By the will of the moon goddess, whose light we are graced, are you named King Arthur Royal II and Luna Daphne Royal.” Tom handed Arthur the scepter and placed the ornamental orb in his other hand. “May your reign be blessed.” Arthur closed his hand around the scepter and the orb. He turned to Daphne and felt himself start to relax the longer he looked into her eyes. “Long live King Arthur!” Rex called.

She didn’t even know that this place actually existed. Then, a particular face of a man suddenly appeared in her thoughts. The concern written in his eyes made her heart jump with both astonishment and thrill. King Hades Pierce – the king of all wolf borne – who possessed the qualities of a ruthless and menacing ruler. The king who never faltered to make her heart pound so hard and fast. The king who always took her breath away. The king that she secretly adored from afar. He was one of the reasons why she endured being in the competition and getting to this far.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

"This is the rogue who's bonded to all three of my heirs." "Yes, Your Majesty," Caius answers. "Interesting." The King stands. Walks down the steps. Circles me like I'm livestock at a market. "She's scrawny. Weak. Hardly fit for one Prince, let alone three." "The bond doesn't care about fitness," Damon says. "Clearly." The King stops in front of me. "What's your name, girl?" "Sage." "Sage what?" "Just Sage." "No pack name? No family name?"

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”

The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her. ‘ We have to find him’, Argus said with a mark of determination. ‘ Then we will ask why he did that.’ Selene nodded. People all around her were sobbing silently. The whole village outside had stood transfixed. No voices could be heard. No laughter of children. No chattering of ladies. The news has already spread. The sudden demise of their king has made everyone bewildered and traumatized. Karmen was a benevolent ruler who provided a good secured life to his tribe. He fought battles, looted rich nobles, and donated everything for the welfare of his people. Now his death brought confusion in their minds re

Kane felt it—like all his blood had drained, leaving his body cold when their gazes met. It was as if those eyes were dead. Lifeless. Emotionless. And then, the man spoke. “King Kairos Marchetti.” That man—King—introduced himself and extended a hand for a handshake. Instead of taking it, Kane blinked, momentarily stunned, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. King smiled—a playful curve on his lips—before returning to his stoic demeanor. Kane’s blood boiled even more, but he remained calm. Regaining his composure, he extended his hand, mirroring King’s action—smiling, then turning stoic once again.