Opm King Novels & Stories

The king went on and soon, he Expired, and after the Water world had mourned his death, they started the preparation to make Jomijoke the new king. The people of the Water have been seeing King Opin and her majesty everywhere, but the princess only used him to eficted her sister, and made sure she doesn't need to contend with her at all. And now that she was sure that no one could stop her, she began to avoid Opin, and soon Opin understood that he had been deceived and used by the princess. And now that she already has no contender,she won't be needing him anymore. He decided to show her that he won't be used and dumped by Jomijoke.

The King of Bakarish said with a smile. "The man did nothing wrong. The King of Sethum is too proud. I tried to talk him into making Fruisca, a land of peace. Let everyone live while you take out the source of Tyranny which was the King." "I see you haven't settled your score with Owen." The King said, shaking his head as he watched the Duke of Sethum down his drink in one shot. "Owen is as proud as a peacock. He's not fit to be King. Killing a whole Kingdom just so you could make a name.." The Duke trailed off.

“Great. Is he being introduced like a bride at her own wedding?” Noah gave me a warning look. We entered the ballroom just as the Roll Caller’s voice rang out. “Presenting—His Majesty, King Damian” My gaze lifted. And locked onto him. The man from the piano room. Sitting on the throne. The King. Noah, unaware, leaned close and murmured, “Be careful, Aegis. You shouldn't make the mistake of underestimating the King. I heard he's even more powerful than any of his ancestors. They call him The Insanity. And he's almost as psychotic as you are maybe even more."

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

“Have you had a tiny glimpse of the Alpha king. Everyone seems to be buzzing for him and I don’t even know what the hype is about.” “Well he is King Cat so I think that is buzz worthy. Plus I hear it’s the first time he’s ever visited our pack so it’s a big deal. And no, I haven’t gotten a glimpse of him, but I’m sure we both will in probably an hour.” She said.

The only woman that I would ordain my queen would be someone that I love and not an object of revenge. Anyone could be the Luna of my Pack but not everyone is qualified to be my Queen. My phone started ringing. My eyes diverted to the lamp stand and took it. Quietly, stared at the screen, especially the name that was on display. "If there's nothing else, I'd take my leave, Your Majesty," the maid announced and bowed slightly. I clicked on the answer icon and placed the phone against my ear, without saying a word. "Lord Oren seeks an audience with you," my personal assistant informed me.

My eyes met his and I frowned in confusion at how confident the king seemed, he was nowhere near being worried, in the contrary, he had something to believe in. “What are you trusting Verone, it is obvious that you didn’t come here to simply ‘bargain’ with me, the confidence you’re having is not one that would show that you’re here alone, nor that you’re here worried” Niklaus said looking at the king, I looked at Grace and her eyes were as hard as her brothers, her canines exposed as if she was ready to attack the king.

From the toe of his boots, which I've seen up close and personal, to the top of his head, which I can only half-glimpse by straining my neck, I can tell King is an untamed death machine. His granite, clean shaven jaw takes nothing away from the animal lurking in his sharp, intelligent eyes. Long blondish brown braids tie at the back of his neck and fan out across his bare shoulders. I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus.

She felt so uneasy Her breath hitched a bit as her eyes glued to him. He was putting on a long robe, red in color and flecked with some gold at the hem His eyes were so dark; so dark they made Roseline wonder if they'd been through hell. That was the same handsome King she had healed. And right there, he was looking more charming; more powerful. "My King!" The woman in the room stood up and bowed immediately, her voice interpreting so much fear and respect. Roseline just stood by and watched; she had never bowed for any one in her entire life - never. Well, that was because she had been locked up the whole time.