The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

“Maybe you forget that. I know you, and I know how you feel.” Alex only smiled. He looked over Grace in her deep plum-colored dress, and the moonstone earrings that hung from her ears. Had she worn them to tell him she was his? Or just to taunt Liam? Ever since he encountered Grace, he had inexplicably lost all desire to chase other women–there were just no other women that lived up to Grace’s magnetic personality and raw beauty. As the Lycan King, he had never felt attached to anyone or anything, being the most feared and powerful creature in the world.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

Happy reading.... ********************************** Grace Alder Pov. I woke up early with a mission in my mind. Today I have to apologise to Mr. Kingsley, and for I came up with a plan. I planned to buy something as an apology but I'm not sure, what to gift him. After thinking about an hour I came up with only one thing in my mind. Beautiful bouquet with a sorry note. I called Kate and asked her if Mr. Kingsley has any allergies to flowers and she said no. So that means I can pick any flower.

Every step felt like a mile, and the sound of their hearts beating in unison was the only music they could hear in the cold palace air. "I am so sorry that I was mean to you and that I thought you were my enemy, when you were really just another victim of a man who knows nothing about loyalty or love. We will face the King together, and we will make sure that Lucas pays for what he has done to our family and to our honor as werewolves," Grace said. She squeezed Katy’s hand one last time before they pushed open the heavy oak doors to the throne room, ready to let the secret go and let the storm begin.

Sebastian said getting impatient. “Care to answer mother, I believe that King Alexander’s tongue got tied up, maybe you could explain to us your bloody crime” Grace said glaring at her mother who bit her bottom lip, in a manner of nervousness, I could tell that this was something that the king was not supposed to let out, especially not in front of Nathan, Grace, or Sebastian, not yet anyway.

He turned around, raising his eyebrows in curiosity as he waited for her to speak. "There is a way for your nephew to become the king of this pack," Grace said, her tone serious. Giovanni leaned in slightly, intrigued by her words. "That is?" he asked, his voice low. "Become a father," Grace replied bluntly, her expression unwavering. "And give birth to a biological child."

The more I know about his past, the more I realize who he is. He was a man who was burned down to his ashes from his own people, but rose like a phoenix on his own. He was a man who walked into the house full of hungry wolves with his little sister hanging onto him for her survival, and he showed that no matter where he was, he was a lion, and Lion is the king of jungle, no matter where he is.

"My great grand father's father came here as his father assigned this Palace to him as successor. He won a lot more kingdoms in his great life. He was such a Great King and best known for his brain tactics. People used to say that he was so sharp in Politics" I was listening to him as his lips were moving beautifully when he was telling me about his grandfather. My heart beats settled and calmed down as we talked a little. We were lying together and his body warm was soothing me as the weather was slightly chilly at night. I didn't know what I needed to predict or imagine this night and then suddenly I felt his light movement as he held my hand. I looked at him as he started playing with my