Salt King Novels & Stories

He asked in confusion because after Ashton became a king, he made all the slaves into working maids and servants with a regular salary, and no one is allowed to even call themself slaves, so he asked again "when did you come here? and... who is your master?" "I... I just came yesterday night and my master is His highness the Alpha king" Elena said, forcing herself to be strong, even though it is hard for her. He can tell that something is wrong by observing her body language, he took a long sigh and asked: "my name is Martin, if you are tired, you can come here, no one will be here so you can take some rest".

The ruthless Alpha King? ...

Another set of thoughts was diving inside her and also she began to have a little fear building up inside her. "Wow, that little Draco must have a big fate ahead of him. I always knew he was something and I guess my instinct is proven right. I've heard of the legend of the white wolf also and he was the strongest of our kind. I would even say he was the Alpha king" Erica intervened. "So Draco is the Alpha king?" Ana asked. "It seems both our sons are destined for greater things" Elsie who was quiet and lost in deep thought finally voiced it. She was gazing blankly at the window ahead of her.

"Here are the initials you already know: S for Seraphine, E for Elowen, A for Amaury. Here is their rope. Pull it in public. Tie it to your doors. Make them break it where everyone can see." Sel stepped from a doorway at the edge of the square with a face that argued with its owner. He wore his eel like a medal. He had a bruise on his jaw where Harp's rope had taught him theology. He smiled like money. "Lies," he said beautifully. "Pirates and their theatrics. A town like this loves a show."

Nikolas teased. I walked over to the huge double fridge that occupied a sizeable space in the giant kitchen and determinedly yanked open the door. There were several bags of fresh pasta, as well as cream, eggs, butter, and smoked salmon. A pot of fresh basil graced the windowsill by the sink, and I busied myself pruning at the aromatic leaves. By the time I had measured out the pasta, whisked some eggs, beaten cream in, and chopped up the salmon, Nikolas sauntered by to take a peek. "Mmm," He moaned as he inspected my handiwork. "Looking good." He wandered across to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet and extracted a bottle. "I think this should rinse it down nicely," He said.

After consuming all the salty food Aloha was discharged, Aloha returned to the mini kitchen for the servants, hoping to find Granny Maria and collect medicine from her. Entering inside, she met two wolves who were the king's ex-chef, immediately they sighted her, they busted into mockery laughter, making fun of her. “How was your first day, preparing and serving the king's food?” Sarah walked to her front and asked. She bites her lips, not knowing what to tell them, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of what they wanted.

“No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.” “Who?” Alexandro asked. “Maeron.” The name struck something in Alexandro. He’d heard it only in whispers. Legends passed from one campfire to the next. A sea-born being, a ruler of forgotten creatures, rumored to rise once every hundred years. “He’s a myth,” Alexandro said, though his voice held no certainty. Valerian shook his head. “No. He’s very real. And if he’s taken your wife… it means she’s not who we think she is.”

“There will be no more chances if you go against Hexagon. We will eliminate you.” Damn. He crossed his legs and fixed his gaze on the envelope in front of me. “Aren’t you going to open it?” he asked, impatience laced all over his tone. I shook my head, deliberately refusing to touch the envelope. “Open it,” he commands. Rob might project an image of a laid-back, easygoing guy, but I knew he was far from harmless. I had seen the darker side of him, the ruthless streak that lay beneath his calm facade. He wasn’t someone you defied lightly; he had a way of making sure his orders were followed, often with harsh consequences for those who dared to challenge him. The Kings were damn right in picki

"Don't you ever call King's Alpha son by his name!" Olivia snapped at Sarah. She gave her a scornful look before redrawing her hands from Sarah's mouth, "You'll be dead if you do." Sarah didn't say anything, she only nodded, agreeing to Olivia's warnings to her. Jake was the King Alpha next-in-line to his father and she had no gut to call him by his name. He was already an Alpha but not fully since his father had not stepped down from the throne.

Every clink of a fork felt like a countdown to a funeral. We sat in the belly of the Salt Throne, a rusted but magnificent freighter that had been converted into a dining hall for the coastal elite. Across from us sat Silas’s rival, a man named Thorne. He was an Architect of the tides, a billionaire who had traded his tech for the control of the shipping lanes.