Queen's King Novels & Stories

"Right now, my son isn’t fit to rule the people, and we can’t let the humans gain control over our kind. I think it’s safe to say that we need someone to step up—someone who would put the people first. And as much as it pains me to admit this, there is no other way around this." "We haven’t gotten the chance to see the king yet; for all we know, all this could be groundless rumours. What about the queen? There has not been a sighting of her since her trial. It didn’t help that the palace had been in an uproar, with words going around about her being kidnapped."

Watching the Hummers sent to gather King Killian from the airfield park in front of the Palace, I step forward to greet the Demon King as he climbs out of the back of the first Hummer, his long legs and sturdy frame not what I expected. “Queen Isabella, so nice to see you again.” King Killian, a man standing over seven feet tall with long flowing black hair, pale skin, and ruby red eyes, says with a wide smile, but I notice the way his smile does not reach his eyes.

Behind them, lesser gods and nymphs stood in respectful silence, their eyes fixed on the king. Zeus’s gaze fell upon them the moment they entered, and for a long moment, there was only silence in the great hall. His eyes moved from Hera – travel-stained and unadorned – to Artemis in her simple wool dress, to Apollo with his well-loved lyre, to Hermes with his mortal gifts still in hand, and finally to Eirene, who stood tall beside her mother despite the weight of his gaze. "Where have you been?" his voice boomed through the hall, shaking the very air around them.

The King takes it from me, raises it in a toast, and throws down the drink, his throat working in a way that makes my stomach knot. He drinks it. He is going to die. Fuck… My grip tightens around the tray as I turn and walk out of the room. I can’t bear to witness the scene of him taking his last breath. Once I click the door shut behind me, I let out a long, exasperated sigh. My knees buckle and I lean hard against the door to steady myself. A truckload of regret and guilt crashes down on me. Fuck… I shouldn’t have done this. The King might be ruthless, but he is the only one who has ever shown me kindness in my entire life.

"This stands for the Quaranta Family's Donna. You ain't worthy of it." Gina grabbed his sleeve, sobbing. "I only did it 'cause I loved you too much..." He shook her off. "Love me?" He laughed, bitter. "You only ever loved the crown." Gina hit the floor, shaking. "Just wait," Carlo said, voice low and lethal. "Every wound you gave Vera—I'm giving back. One by one." Alessandro snapped, barely holding it together. "Carlo, don't push it. One more move and we're done. Our families—cut off."

"Tell me, 'Voice of the King.' Do you remember the rose garden? Do you remember the girl who cried because she broke a string on her lute?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Abigail." The name hit the room like a cannon blast. I stopped breathing. The silk screen felt like a thin sheet of ice. "The Queen died in the fire," Kael said. His voice was low. Uncertain. "We all saw the body. It was charred. Unrecognizable." "We saw a body," Vance said. He stepped forward again. He didn't wait for permission. He reached out and ripped the silk screen down.

Two inner circle guards at the door, Melody’s clinic guards inside the hall, and the King himself planted near the frame like he’s daring death to try again. Liam is there too, eyes too bright, holding a cup he won’t let anyone else touch. When we approach, the King’s gaze cuts to Melody first. “You have something.” “Yes,” Melody says, not slowing. “And we’re out of time to talk about it.” The King’s jaw tightens, but he steps aside immediately. Inside, the Queen is propped against pillows, skin pale and damp. She looks slightly better than the last crash, less blue at the lips but “better” is a fragile word in this room.

I ask, and he growls. "My people have needs. Our Queen likes to do things differently than our past Queens, but she knows that would be pushing things. We need her presence to remain healthy," he hisses, and my eyebrows furrow. "You have had previous Queens? I only heard about the last King," I reply, and again, he gives me a side look. Beerus- Keep him talking. He is spilling secrets we know nothing about. Not even your father knew much about these things. "Our Queens are precious. They are strong. They always have a King, but our kind follows our Queen. Our Queen chooses a King. He is the strongest amongst us, and he alone fertilizes her eggs," he says, sounding weaker.

I couldn’t believe that Dean could do this to me. Dean was someone I really trusted. He was someone I completely gave my heart to. He’s loving, very generous and overall the most perfect boyfriend ever. I couldn’t believe that this could happen. Never in my wildest dream. We had literally won the prom king and queen title of the year a few months ago, we were literally everyone’s ideal couple. And, we were very happy together. At least, that’s what I used to think. “What’s so new about that?” He asked, shrugging and taking a long swig of his drink

Kiss me. "Anastasia, it is me, the King of all Vampire's Kings." He tells me "And if I am your mate, then I am possibly The Queen of all Vampire's Kings." I pause. In his eyes, I see the greatest shock I have never seen before. I mean, I have never seen him go shocked before anything I'd say or so. I resented, adding more to it, "And last time I checked, you are a King, and I have just commanded you."