Seven Kingdom Novels & Stories

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

"Since Athena is having issues with bearing children, I wish not to impose any more loses on my wife. It has taken a toll on us with losing so many, so I decided to see if my sister would like to have her family reinstated as the royal household for the Northern Kingdom. She would be Regent until you Jezzebelle reach the age of twenty five. You are the firstborn and from what I hear from the others you lead your High School with an iron fist. I hear you give your principal a hard time." Lilly chuckled and Belle gave him her death stare and snorted. "Yeah I am always on my principals ass because he is always sleeping while on the job, it makes me mad sometimes." Alexander chuckled and smiled

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

Ancient. Heavy. Lonely. The king sat slouched across his throne, one clawed hand resting lazily against the carved bone armrest. The crown upon his head felt colder than usual. His thoughts lingered on the courtyard. On the execution. On the human who had wielded the blade. Adrian. The name rolled slowly through the king’s mind. For seven years the man had served the crown without incident. Efficient. Quiet. Reliable. Nothing about him had demanded attention beyond his usefulness.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.