Power Of Kingpin Novels & Stories

No one believes that I’m the Alpha King now. I touch the pin on my collar. It’s the only proof I have right now that the Council has transferred power to me. I didn’t want to risk bringing the crown and sash to another kingdom in the middle of a war. But they’ll have to pry this pin off my dead body. I know there’s more to being the Alpha King than the ceremony. Everything has transferred to me, including a more powerful Alpha voice. I just hope everyone sees who I am right away and listens to me.

Their king—Domenik—carries authority like armor he can’t take off, hammered from decisions he never forgave himself for. He is dangerous. He is disciplined. He isn’t your enemy—unless you make him one. If he touches you, it’s because he recognizes threat faster than most men recognize truth. That doesn’t make him soft. It makes him dangerous. Never confuse proximity for safety. Kings protect nothing—they calculate everything. Still, if you’re standing when you read this, then you’ve already learned what I did too late: Power doesn’t announce itself. It accumulates. Quiet, patient. Through leverage, memory, and who you choose to stand beside.

“The future king, attacking a respected official like me. Do you know what that means?” I swallowed hard, words sticking to my throat. He leaned back on his pillows, voice louder now. “It means Flint Morrison is unworthy of becoming king. It means he’s violent, reckless, and dangerous. A man like him should be locked up, taught discipline in prison before he ever thinks about leading anyone.” “Stop it,” I burst out, my voice sharp. “You’re twisting everything. He was protecting me.” Mike’s smirk deepened. “Protecting you? Or just proving what I’ve been saying for years, that he can’t control himself?”

Arthur can stretch his fingers as far as he likes; he won't reach my coffers. Clutching the hefty card, I was at a loss, "The limit, how much?" That was the private stash of the Alpha King himself. Frederick smirked at my naivety, then leaned in to whisper the most thrilling words of the day: "It's limitless. "The PIN? It's the date of that night. "Rosalie, spend it to your heart's content." His eyes blazed with the wild confidence of a leader at the apex of power. "Whatever you desire, it's yours. Even if you fancy buying the entire Jameson Group as a gift for me, I wouldn't mind."

I am unparalleled, and none can even come close to rivaling my strength. In this world, being born with so many powers is unheard of. The common Alphas who possess a mere three powers prance around, content with being counselors or ministers, thinking they have reached the pinnacle of their abilities. Those born with four powers, like my dear old father, are supposed to battle for the throne, and the victor would become the ruling monarch. For me, becoming a king was beneath my potential. I have heard tales of King Liam, born with eight powers like me. But he's gone now, and I am the one left standing—King Liam's legacy lives on through me.

And now, all I have to do is to get the crown prince and suck his power and I will be the most powerful living in this world. Of course, I know that the crown prince inherited the queen's power. Unlike his useless father. I already got rid of the hindrance. He must not be married to the girl in the prophecy and I already killed her. Because that girl is the key that the crown prince will unlock the full potential of his powers. Killing her means not locking his power. So nothing can stop me now, nothing. "King Laurent." Suddenly one of my trusted kneels down. He is a normal Pandorian, and he is my spy inside the Academy.

Adrian posed this question. This was what Adrian truly wanted to know. When they started the battle with Silver Peak Island, Adrian had secretly investigated the king of the opposite party. Right now, he had come to understand the kind of person the king of Silver Peak Island was. He was just a puppet. The real power behind the scenes was someone else. That person was the one controlling all these evil powers, and this person was none other than the mysterious man.

I just stand there, my hand still hanging in the air like an idiot, as she strides away without a backward glance. As she storms off, I know I’ve succeeded in pushing her away, in smothering whatever spark we had under the weight of my cruelty. But victory has never tasted so fucking bitter. //**Please note that, for personal reasons, this and Kingpin's Fixation will be my final books with Goodnovel for a while**//

J, the young man fighting with the outburst of the powerful intimidation the king let out. is this the power of the high king of Mavis Ancienterre? it is terrifying, horrifying and frightening. His father, Maddox once told him story about the high king of the Mavis Ancienterre. How he was been called the Almighty Guardian of Mavis. It is said His power alone, could destroyed kingdom. It is said, with a snap of his fingers he could take your life away now, that he seen it. Feel it. Those gossip which became myth, is now turned into reality. Indeed, the man infront of him is the high king of kings of Mavis. High king Edward Firestone.

In the shadowy corners of New York City, where danger lurks at every turn, Lena Hart is a 21-year-old psychology student struggling to finish her degree while making ends meet. Fascinated by the complexities of the human mind, Lena aims to understand the dark motivations that drives people to do the things they do. Little does she know, her curiosity will soon lead her into a world darker than she ever imagined. Vincenzo Maranzano, is the powerful and enigmatic kingpin of the city’s criminal underworld. With deep black eyes and a charm that masks his ruthlessness, he commands respect and fear in equal measure. His obsession with control fuels his empire, but it also isolates him—until the n