The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

“My name is Hasiem, eldest son of the True King and the Mother of Fertility, whose union was blessed by the powers of the sky.” Niquel furrowed his brows. “I don’t have time for made up stories.” Hasiem laughed, mocking him. Then he raised his head and smirked. Matted shoulder length hair parted to reveal bright golden light that shone from his eyes, irises changed into dark slits. Scales began to form from the sides of his face, transforming his rugged appearance into a terrifying and almost foreboding look. “They’re coming for her,” he stated. “She carries the Mother’s blessing. The True King will seek her … after he is awaken. His children has already began preparing for his return.”

"I have a plan." He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. "Well things on my end are looking pretty bleak, so please, share." "Do you have any plans tomorrow? I need you to give me away." He looks puzzled. "Give you away?" "During my mating ceremony tomorrow," I explain. "It's the only way we'll be able to see each other before it happens." Dylan looks at me like I was someone he barely even knew and stands up abruptly. "Grace, no. I was sent here to retrieve you, not give you away!"

My throat hurts but I rasped, “What is this?” He pinned me with a look. “Mercy.” Mercy? Why did that sound ominous? “I… I don't understand.” A shiver ran down my spine as he grinned mischievously, crossing his arms. “You're part of this month’s offerings.” My blood turned ice cold and my heart stopped. Gods. No. His eyes shone with amusement. “I think our Alpha King would be very pleased with an offering like you.”

I was entrapped by its beauty. I’ve heard for months now that the rival pack has been under constant attacks but from the looks of things, they’ve handled their damage pretty well. I can’t wait to live here forever. A perfect husband and a perfect palace. Mum was definitely not dreaming when sye said Grace visited looking like a queen. That mute bastard has all these to herself. Why would a slave he privileged to enjoy such luxury. This world is turning into something else. I clicked by tongue but snapping back to reality from the servants touch.

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

we whisper after a moment of staring into her eyes and she shakes her head as if I am wrong to think that. "The world doesn't deserve anything, brother. Only two things matter to this world, living and dying. We are living to die...( She looks away from us to stare at the wall strangely) You are the new King, brother. Rage and torture pushed your body to the next level. Something I didn't know existed... But it happened. You need to make the most of it. For once we have the advantage... I am making the most of it. I slept on a real bed. I... Ate food that wasn't spoiled. I showered with warm water. Make the most of this opportunity," Adeline says sounding distant and weird.

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

Motionless. On his knees. Watching. Listening. Accepting every word. Every tear. Every wound. Because this was the price of regret. And for the first time in his life— The mighty Ice King understood that some sins were too large to erase. No amount of power. No amount of money. No amount of apologies. Could ever make them disappear. All he could do now— Was stay. And hope she would one day allow him the chance to prove he had changed.

She asks, standing akimbo. "Because I made you. I am your creator!" Sin's voice booms. The hallway silences as the King makes himself acknowledged. He refuses to be disrespected and pushed out of his position, he refuses to lose his authority and it shows. Five of the seven deadly sins cower a little after this. The other two stand, unaffected. These two are Lust and Greed. Greed steps forward.