Son Of The Hero King Novels & Stories

Forget that I had been the one that had come when he called. Everything was gone when Father saw his magyckless child. The child that hadn’t been born to a witch. But Father had started speaking, and I knew even then that he hadn’t much time left. “My son.” He didn’t look at me, leaving me out of the conversation, even by name. “You will be the inheritor. You will be King Orion the Third.” He coughed, finally looking at me, a blackness in his eyes. “You are nothing better than a witch’s bastard child.” He spat. Internally, I cringed, but I didn’t break my hard expression. He couldn’t know he was getting to me.

He scowled. "They're definitely regrouping!!" Father cursed. "The moment they're strong enough they will strike and that's why we really need to hold the sacrifice before the 12th full moon." He shrugged as he walked around the room. "They are aware of us. Mr. Redd, do have any lead on who their king is??" Father asked "Draco, son of the old king. He took after his father to lead his clan to salvation again." Mr. Redd scowled.

“But let me offer you a word of advice, as a father who cares for his own. Withdraw your son from this competition. It is a treacherous path he treads, and I fear the outcome may not be in his favor.” King Edward’s pride took a blow from the king’s words, but he refused to yield. “My son is no ordinary contender,” he declared, his voice filled with conviction. “He possesses the strength of a lion and the spirit of a true warrior. I have faith in his abilities, and I believe he will emerge victorious.” The king of House Black Fire chuckled, his laughter filled with a mix of amusement and skepticism. “Very well, King Edward,” he replied, a glint of challenge in his eyes. “We shall see how your

she explained with a pretentious cry. “Traitor’s daughter? What are you rumbling about?” The king demanded. “My name is Sierra and I’m the only daughter of late Hendrix, the late Alpha’s Beta” Sierra said with a scheming look. Everyone stepped back and the king sat up with shock evident on his face. “Did you say the Beta?” The king said and Sierra nodded. Bursting into a loud laugh, the king stood up from his seat and took giant steps towards Sierra on the floor. He crouch down to her level and raised her chin with just two of his large fingers.

" I asked, taken aback by the King's words. My father had been a hero in the King's eyes, and hearing him speak so fondly of my father filled me with pride and a sense of responsibility to live up to his legacy. "Yes," the King affirmed, his voice filled with admiration. "Your father was a remarkable man, just like you. He had a strong sense of duty and courage, and it was an honor to fight alongside him." As the King spoke, I found myself drawn into the story of my father's bravery. He had always been my role model, and hearing about his feats on the battlefield only deepened my respect for him. the King began to recount the tale of a small town that had been under siege by a rival pack man

he said raking his hansd through his hair, although their was little to no resmblance between the two, the way they both carried themselves were similar. “Whos your father?” i asked and he turned to me with a nervous look in his eyes. “Zachary King.” my eyes nearly popped out of my head as the name registered in my head. He was Zachary King son? Isn’t the King family own one of the biggest conglomerate in the country? How and why did they get attached to Dani?

I was about to rush them when Ricky put his hand up who was standing just behind them. “Savannah, I would like you to meet The King and Queen of the Askook Thunder Kingdom, Queen Storm Coleton and King Armal Coleton, Jax’s parents” My father said rather proudly. “I’m sorry, I am so, so sorry” Is all I could say to them. I shot their son and left him unable to defend himself. Leaving him to be attacked and killed. "It is ok Savannah, he is more than just a dragon, his dragon is his dominant side but he has wolf in him to, why do you think he connected with Richard so easily?" Mrs Coleton reasured me.

“You are not your father, Kaelen. And that is a good thing. You are a king for a new era. An era that needs a heart as well as a fist. Do not let the ghosts of the past blind you to the truth of your own strength.” Kaelen stared at the old Alpha, his mind reeling from the weight of his words. He was right. He was not his father. And he was not a coward. He was a king, fighting a new kind of war, with new kinds of weapons. And he was not alone. “Thank you, Alpha,” Kaelen said, his voice a low, sincere murmur. Caelan gave a curt nod. “Just bring my daughter home safe, King. That is all the thanks I need.”

“Then let me give you some good news. “The old, run-down property you transferred to me was bought out for redevelopment. The payout was several million dollars.” For one brief second, hope flashed across Dad’s face. Before he could say anything, I continued. “Too bad it has nothing to do with you.” I looked at him and smiled. “After all, I’m not your son.” Dad’s face went gray. As for Howard, he got into a police car. I got on a plane. In the end, we both headed toward the futures we deserved.

"Fa–father. This isn't what it looks like." "Not what it looks like how? Hey! Bring that skinny man here!" "Yes, Your Majesty!" Shortly after, the skinny man who helped the princess's plan fell to the ground in front of the king's feet. The skinny man was Hamz's son— the leader of The Brave who was declared a fugitive and now became a lackey of King Charlie in taking over mining rights. "Speak! What were you planning? You fucking bastard!" "Forgive us, Your Majesty...."