Salt King Novels & Stories

The omega turned to look at the merchant and could see how much the man was sweating, eyes flittering nervously around the room. “Salantra,” Ryedir’s deep voice sliced through the tension with such sudden, quiet force that Kari jumped in surprise. “Is a specially distilled alcohol that reacts to any contamination, even saliva. It is a very long, arduous process that wastes a great deal of otherwise perfectly consumable alcohol to create such a product. But the end result is very much worth the effort, wouldn’t you agree?”

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

Lock clicks in. I inhale a shaky breath. “I don’t like the thought of you screaming the roof down, Kitten.” A man’s voice. Strong. Calm. Commanding. Velvet and darkness wrapped together. My breath snags. Kitten? The way he says it, authority dripping from every syllable, makes my pussy clench before I can stop it. My body betrays me instantly. I fight it. “My name isn’t Kitten. It's Salt.” My voice shakes. “Who...are you? Are you the one that brought me here?”

I smiled then took a big bite off her hamburger. "Mom, he is bullying me" Kate complained. "Eat fast you'll be late for school..." Uncle stark said but why was his voice lessening every second. Why is his figure going blurry? What's happening to me? Why can't I control my body? My body fell with aloud thump on the kitchen floor. I felt my head starting to wet, warm water? I only managed to let out a whimper before I slipped into the sea of oblivion.

Many of these are wolves from other packs that are sent here for training, and the elite are offered a chance to stay as a part of the king’s army. As they ran up the castle stairs Gabriel could see his sister Sarah pacing the front door waiting for him. He could see that she was upset and that she had been crying, but she also looked like she was trying to hold herself together. Gabriel knew that she desperately wanted the strength and comfort of her mate, Michael, right now but was unable to contact him since he was away on a mission. As soon as Sarah saw him she lit into him, “Damnit Gabriel! Why didn’t you answer me? My poor baby has been in the hands of those —.”

"My lady, the kitchen will send up for food shortly." "Excellent, you may wait here, or in the kitchens, it does not matter which. I will link you if I need anything else. Oh, please ask the chef to try to locate some honey wine. I would like to bring it when we leave with the delegation party, along with some of the special salts that are sometimes sent with our meals. I believe I've had smoked salt, and citrus salt. I would very much like to bring some as gifts to the other packs."

Elijah places his big hand on the small of my back then nod the the guards. The door opens and we walk in, everyone stops what they are doing and I freeze from all the stares. Elijah nodges me forward with him and we walk. Everyone parts way for us like the red sea, bowing down for their king in the process. You could tell that they were hesitant to bow because I am with him. Why would Alphas of grate packs bow to me, a nobody?

"I've never met this Dark King, but rumors say he's more likely to use wealth than strength in combat. I demand a true challenge, a battle of might!" "Very well," the leader of the shadow troops replied, his voice unflinching as he opened his briefcase to reveal its contents. "Would $1 million suffice as a starting offer?" The Alpha Pack leader scoffed at the sight of the money, his laughter booming through the room. "The Dark King is known for his vast riches; he once gave 500 million to Edward. I consider myself no less significant than Edward. To secure my allegiance, the price is no less than 500 million."

Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?" Understanding the implicit message in his words, Felicia nods in silent acknowledgment as Alpha Kaden reveals the grim truth behind the rogue's demise. "I killed him and left his body for his pack to see. This might be a warning for them," his words carry a weight of authority and a hint of menace, a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world.

Impossible… Could it be… that he was… Lucius smiled as if he could hear what she thought. “I am the King of Lafazall, and the Alpha Wolf of this kingdom, my dear.” ***