Supreme King Jaden Novels & Stories

Jaden asked sharply. "We will join hands and kill Aurora before she succeeds in bringing in other demons and, most importantly, hurting Ava again." He spilled and we were all stunned to hear that from him. It seemed they had been listening to us all this while. "Yes, my son. It is our job to protect our future princess and the members of her pack." Jaden's mother added with that cheesy smile as she winked at me. My cheeks must be pure rouge now because I was blushing so hard. I can't believe I turned from the rejected girl, beaten and maltreated in her pack, into the girl Jaden loved and was actually called the future princess of the Lycan kingdom.

Aidan growled, his voice laced with menace, "who is responsible for Casey's pregnancy? And why has she chosen to keep it from me?" Amara struggled against Aidan's powerful grasp, gasping for breath. She managed to utter a single word, her voice raw with desperation. "The Alpha King, Johannes." Aidan's grip faltered, his shock evident on his face. Beside him, Keith and Phenrix exchanged glances, their own fear mirroring the Alpha's. Keith found his voice and spoke, his words weighed with concern. "What did you just say? The king? Johannes? Oh no! Are you sure about this, Amara? Absolutely certain?"

Kaden shakes his head, rising from his seat and turning to walk away after exchanging a firm handshake with the principal. As he walks out, he puts on his dark-colored shades and steps into the sunlight. The rays bathe him, casting a radiant glow on his figure. His gaze falls directly on her, and he takes a moment to observe her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Parting his lips, he speaks with a deep, alluring voice, "Go inside -" His voice carries a soothing quality that washes over her, instantly calming her nerves. In an instant, her stress and exhaustion seem to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of tranquility. She finds herself captivated by his presence, unable to tear he

"My king, just fight the woman. If something happens, I will stand by your side to take care of it." "Good," Jared declared, turning to address the crowd with a newfound bravado. "My people, I am your king, the bravest and strongest in our community. I will engage in combat with this woman, one-on-one. I will even release her from her handcuffs. But be aware, she already has a wound from before, and there's nothing I can do about that." The crowd's fervor intensified as one voice called out, "Alpha King!" Soon, others joined in, their chants rising in unison: "Alpha King, Alpha King, Alpha King!"

Steffan started walking away from me as he yelled back at me; “Luke, laps, NOW!” “NO! Why am I sitting out today, especially with Iza here?” I asked, so the other couldn’t hear. “It’s the Supreme Alpha, to you, and I won’t tell you again. LAPS NOW!” he ordered. “No!” I replied crossing my arms like a disobedient and stubborn child. He turned to look at me; “Step down Luke” “Yeah, I don’t see that happening either” I answered. I glanced over at the Supreme, and I could see that our discussion had caught her attention along with everyone else’s.

He looked fainty like was gonna pass out again. “Y- your. . . Majesty. Y… you don’t look o. . .” He falls on her arms. “ I don’t want you to call me that anymore,” his voice sounded weak and low. “ I want you to call me by my name.” He fainted. To Be Continued…

The fighting has ended. Jayden, the new King of Silver More, stood on the highest balcony looking out over his damaged kingdom. He no longer wore his ceremonial armor; instead, he was dressed in the dark silver and black robes of the current Alpha King. However, he held onto the stone railing with his hands tightly clenched. Peace had come, yes—but peace was a fickle thing. It trembled under the weight of choices yet to be made. Behind him, the great hall was prepared for another sacred ritual—the Luna’s Oath.

Worse, the pack had begun to whisper, to question his power, his choices, his grip on the throne. He was the Alpha King. But tonight, he felt like a man drowning in his own castle.

A ghost in the tribe that tried to erase me. The path narrowed as I reached the center of the Black Moon tribe. My breath caught, my attention quickly drawn to the people gathered at the palace square. Vincent stood above the crowd, highly exalted as the king he is. His Majesty "The King Of France" Raised high on the central platform, his voice echoed with the ease of a leader long embraced by his people. There he was—tall, striking, flanked by warriors and nobles, with an elegant woman at his side. Her arm was laced through his. Her posture is proud, her smile radiant.

a grainy snapshot from the hotel's front door cam. Only his profile showed a man in a black coat with sharp, menacing features. The chill seemed to seep through the screen. The comments were blowing up: [OMG! Doesn't he look just like that guy?!] [The Alpha King of Bloodmoon Wolf Kingdom, Frederick!] Frederick. My head spun. The guy from last night, the one he called "baby," the one I thought was just a one-night stand. The Wolf King? The one from the legends, an Alpha King infamous for his hair-trigger temper and cold-blooded killings, all because he couldn't find his mate?