The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

A massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in sleek black silk sheets that look cool and slippery under the dim lights. I stop dead, staring at it. My chest tightens, heat flooding through me. My mind instantly snaps back to Blake—his jaw locked tight with rage, the raw fury in his voice when he yelled at Tino, just to protect me. If anything, he looks more handsome when he's pissed. Just the memory makes my pussy throb involuntarily.

Sera whirled around to face Grace… “My what? With who?!!.” “Your dinner date with the kings family.... it’s custom for the kings family to know who sleeps with the king.” Grace explains like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, Sera had stopped breathing.

One by one, everyone stepped forward to present their gifts. Marcus had asked me to deliver the gift he had prepared. The moment the Alpha King laid eyes on me, his expression changed completely. Even the woman beside him gasped, covering her mouth in shock. Suddenly, the Alpha King asked, “What’s your name? Who are your parents?” I raised my head and met his gaze. “My name is Grace. I was adopted when I was young.” The Alpha King trembled. That’s when Jeremy stepped forward. “Alpha King, this woman’s just an orphan. A healer at a small hospital. She must’ve used some trick to get Marcus’ attention.”

Grace lamented. “Ohhh! Wow! Your damn King.” Casandra said, almost teasing. “Yes, he is my king!” Grace confirmed it. Read and find out what happens next, and what do you think was written on the paper? Read and find out… Grace New King, when is he coming into the picture?

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

“Well the King has a kingdom and a throne that the witch must have wanted for herself, or she was just spiteful.” Grace added, “Or maybe she was in love with the King.” I stopped dead in my tracks. “What?” She bit her lip nervously, “I mean I am not sure but she must have been in love with the King secretly and did not like him finding another woman to birth him heirs so…” I held my head in my hand. “Goodness, how many women were in love with King Brigdain?” Grace shrugged, “I have no idea and I could be very well wrong. It is just speculation from my side.”

She held Keanna’s hands in hers with a cheery smile. “Since today marks our friendship, please call me Clara and I will call you Keanna. I hope we can get along well in the future.” “Of course.” “Next time, let’s have a meal together. You won’t reject me, right?” “How could I reject you? I will wait for your invitation Clara.” she answered with excitement. The women behind Clara were filled with jealousy and contempt directed solely at Keanna. What did the King see in her? She wasn’t even as beautiful as they were, not to mention her commoner blood.

I heard Ghost's voice and turned around. He's wearing a dress suit, with that touch of elegance that shows he's the King of the Lycans. On his head is a crown made of moonlight trapped in metal, with carvings of wolves and Lycans. Although we had talked about succession and hierarchy, with so many kingdoms arriving, this subject was forgotten. None of the nights I spent next to Ghost did he touch me, even though I felt his presence so close, he always remained faithful to his post.

The king was crossing the courtyard of Ironbough toward the woman in the green wedding gown lying in the dirt at the foot of the high table, and the king's face had the small impossible look of a man who had just been struck across the cheek by a god, and Garrick — who had opened his mouth to ask his king what are you doing, what is happening, what do you see — closed it again, because Garrick had been Vaelor's Beta for nineteen years and Garrick had learned, in that time, that there were one or two moments in any man's life when even a Beta could not interrupt and live with himself afterward. This was one of those moments. So Garrick sat very still on the back of his own horse and watched.

I asked seriously. "You heard me. Without you, he will die. I'm sure you humans think the late demon king took the blessed maiden with him for selfish reasons when that wasn't the case. Every demon king has some sort of curse that they can't easily avoid. A demon king can live and rule for a lot more years than any supernatural being I know of, but when a thousand years go by, he is required to take to his bed a blessed maiden in order to increase or maintain his power. Failure to do that, the demon king grows weak, his magic and power begin to fade too and with time he either perishes or becomes stone." He said as I felt fear fill my heart. I had no idea if he was telling me the truth or if