Pirate King In Waiting Novels & Stories

He was extremely confident no one could take his throne, not without his permission anyways. Someone knocked. "Enter." Edmund entered. "Your Majesty. You said to inform you as soon as he returns." Alexander's eyes shone. His smile grew. "Have him wait. I will be there shortly." The kingman bowed and left. Brand jerked his head in questioning of which he shook his head, his smile increasing. "This is personal." Charles became unnecessarily agitated. "What are your plans, then? For the pirates?" Brand went back to topic. He seemed enthusiastic and zealous to rid the Kingdom of the damned pirates. Were they disrupting his business?

"Captain Xander, how kind of you to join us. Please take a seat. We have just started eating." A place was quickly set for the pirate as he was introduced to those at the table. "You remember the Future Emperor Alaron." Cafer indicated the boy at the head of the table. "May I present King Baak, Princess Mairwen, and Ravenna." Each member inclined their head. Being given the proper amount of respect, Xander allowed his anger to lessen. He gave a formal bow and took his seat at the table. The food was delicious and he heaped it onto his plate greedily.

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

He gave a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach twist. She didn't wake up for Liam because Liam is a weak little boy; your wolf refused to kneel to a beta. He took my hand, pressing it flat against his chest right over his heart. I could feel the thud-thud-thud of it, slow, deep, and powerful. She was waiting for a king. The words stayed in the air. waiting for a king So... I swallowed. You really think I will shift one day?

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

He was leading the world of snake and vultures better than the five generations before him led with a swag of his own. But his playfulness and the gentle look in his eyes when he was on the phone threw him off. He was the King: ruthless and callous, who the world bent to and he was bending to a woman. Some chauvinist would ridicule it but he could see the clout behind the man, the woman was one piece of art to have the feral Alpha Wolf following her like a lost puppy. "I assume the receiver of your call was the girl in question." He declared without a hint of interrogation, he was certain of his statement, somehow.

Her hair was flowing with a beautiful crown adorning her head. "Why have you only come now? I've been waiting for you since yesterday," said the king of Van De Fretas. "Did you hear what I just said?" Queen Lourine Chatrine asked back. "You already know my answer. I will not give her what she wants," replied the king of Van De Fretas. "And she won't go away. She will continue to make you suffer if you don't give her what she wants," Queen Lourine Chatrine said. King Van DenFretas shook his head. "That will never happen," replied the king of Van De Fretas. Queen Lourine Chatrine took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. She walked over to the king of Van De Fretas and placed her palm on the

Across the dark water, inside the iron-hulled belly of the western vanguard, the pirate-king looks down at a flickering green monitor. The scrolling text is short, precise, and fatal: The stray's fire is broken. She is nesting. The throne is unguarded. Malakai lets out a slow, wicked chuckle that ripples through the salt-smell of his cabin, his fingers tracing the silver hilt of his cutlass as the high tide begins to lift his ships toward our gates. The target has changed. They are no longer fighting an empire; they are hunting a queen who cannot burn.

Soon enough, the hunger will take over, and in the span of three hours, she will die if she has no blood to drink. I left the room and was redirected to the office of my father, the King. My three brothers are present, while our parents are across from us. "How's the trip to the other kingdom, Carter?" My father, who was the king, asked the youngest among us. Carter proudly gave our father the item he told Carter to look for. "I did a good job." Our mother, the Queen, only smiled. "You must train more on how to swing your sword, Carter," the King remarked.

“Get the dining table set, Hey don't do that you are toiling the sit covers,Get the party hall ready “ My step mom threw orders around to the pack members Today is the Day of the Alpha King's arrival , wolves who had been sent to know if the king was close came back answering positively so the final touch of the preparation was put in place. Now is not the time to dress up , the judgment had to be passed first and I found comfort in my room.my dad wasnt please with my decision but I lied to him that I was having a runny stomach and he let me off the hook.