Novel King Novels & Stories

I was confused "Why does the king of America want me dead?" I asked no one in particular, but Dylan answered "Its not you, exactly, the man is crazy, so five hundred years ago, King Jonah became king, he had ruled for just about a decade when a newly initiated girl entered the castle, claiming that the throne belonged to her, her prophecy had stated that she was Queen of the seven kingdoms, king Jonah killed her with a fire ball, his astrologer, the same man that had helped him claim the throne, told him that this girl would return, to claim the throne, when the king promised he would kill her again the astrologer told him she would be re born again and again, and each time, if allowed to be

Princess Xana was excited to receive notice that the new unmated Lycan Shifter King, King Nathaniel, was finally making the rounds of the Shifter Kingdoms. She had done her homework, gathering information and studying everything that was reported about the young King, even what kind of Prince he was like.

Jesus! My eyes are large, my jaw agaped, and my mind blown when I see his stomach regenerating. Within a minute, his entire body is fixed like nothing happened and King Marcellus floats to stand on his feet. "The Central king will not tell you but I will. He tried to kill me because of a human." King Marcellus speaks only a fraction of the truth. "Is it true, Kael?" These three new presences give off the same royal aura too, so I'm guessing they are also Kings and Queens.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

the King. "How about I have a taste of what I want first?" the King murmured, cutting through Aiden’s internal panic. Before Aiden could process the question, the King struck. He took advantage of Aiden’s lips, which had fallen open in shock, and sealed their mouths together. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was a searing invasion. The King’s lips were demanding, hot, and unyielding as he claimed Aiden’s mouth.

I glared at her before turning my attention back to the king. "If I—" King Zion started. "I found something from your mate!" I blurted quickly, cutting the king off mid-sentence, lifting the novel for him to see. The moment his eyes fell on it, I swear they softened for a bit before they turned dark. Even without my wolf, I could feel the temperature shift and become cold. He approached, his eyes narrowing into slits. I took a step backward, my legs buckling and hands shaking as I attempted to open the pages and show him the letter before he wrapped his hand around my neck.

"I am the King. I am the father of Adriel and Mitchell. It is a tragedy that your mind is blank, but we will fix this." "I am confused," I say, my voice rising as I look at his massive, scarred hands. "I do not know what a curse is. I do not know what a mate is. My head feels like it is on fire." "You need to eat," the King says. He extends a hand toward me. His skin is rough, covered in tiny, pale scars. "Come downstairs. We will feed you, and then we will explain how the witch broke your mind." Novalee reaches out her arms to take the baby.

The one from the airport—Flinn—chuckled. “Sit. Properly.” He didn’t have to tell me again. I firmly planted my backside in the middle of the sofa. “Kairen, stop scaring her.” My jaw dropped. Did he just call the king by his name? Why is his head still intact? All the stories I’ve heard of the King, I’ve only ever pictured him as a blood-drinking, flesh-eating monster with three heads. What I didn’t expect was that he would be this ripped, this gorgeous—so gorgeous I wish I could keep him locked in a jar forever.

He hadn't been on a comfortable bed for so long, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep. Almost three years ago, they went to war because of the revolutionists waging conflict. They knew that the former King's condition was becoming worse, and they wanted to take advantage of that. Then just a month after that, the former King died. The war with the revolutionists had intensified. Alaric became King. Keane felt that he had to do everything he can to lead the Knights to victory. Triumph would be the best gift for his newly crowned cousin, he thought. The news of his cousin's wedding reached him when he was in the war. He was genuinely shocked that Alaric didn't marry Jestina. The three of the

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”