The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

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

"You're a heartless king. Completely self-centered and a foolish brat!" She yelled directly into my face, and the guards instinctively moved forward, but I motioned for them to stand down. "I despise your presence," she screeched. "I'm quite certain you won't be the last to express that sentiment. And might I suggest, coming up with something more inventive might have a greater impact." "Raphael Grace, I, Delicia Briss..." "Remove her from my sight," I growled, and promptly, Delicia was ushered out of the room.

Just then… “The Alpha King approaches.” Silence fell like a hammer. Althea’s head snapped up, and there he was. Gavriel Kingsley, the Alpha King of the Moon Continent. He stepped into the hall like a storm wearing a man’s shape. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Every line of him radiated authority. His sharp, predatory gray eyes swept over the room, missing nothing. Althea swallowed hard. He hadn’t spoken a single word, but the weight of his presence crashed down on everyone the moment he entered. His power didn’t need an announcement. It filled the air on its own.

she murmured, feeling cherished in his embrace. Grace felt a rush of warmth surge through her as she gazed into Noah’s eyes, their depth conveying a sincerity that touched her soul. She nestled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his embrace enveloping her. With a soft smile gracing his lips, Noah continued, “It’s because you are all these things, Grace. Your beauty isn’t confined to what meets the eye; it’s in the compassion you show for others, the strength you possess even when things are rough for you.”

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"

And here I was, their king, useless. I sat on the throne slowly and closed my eyes, praying to my father he'd tell me what to do. Cedric came in few minutes later, his eyes filled with concern. "Henry, wake up. Alpha Gray just arrived. And… he’s not alone." I groggily got to my feet and followed him outside, where Gray was waiting. "I hope you know what you're doing." Cedric whispers to me knowing the history of Gray and Eli in the same place, he has a scar to his arm from the last time.

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

Clasping her hand tenderly to his lips, he added softly, "Whatever comes, we have forged a legacy rooted firmly in selfless love for our people. It shall endure and overshadow those seeking only self-glorification." Standing in fond silence, the monarchs watched fireworks burst brightly over their flourishing realm, hopeful that prosperity and tranquility would reign for this generation and those still to come… few months following the successful anniversary celebrations, Viktor and Amy continued focusing on governance and time with their children. The royal heirs were growing into thoughtful, compassionate young people under their parents' steady guidance. One spring morning, Viktor was bre

The death seemed to rile Kings army up and Elicited a loud growl from the king himself. "How do you have the strength to fight against me?!" He asked with a growl in his vocals. "I broke you!" "You didn't break me your grace... you hardened me. How does it feel, knowing that you singlehandedly pushed me into the arms of the rebellion?” I placed both my hands around the hilt of the blade embedded into the enemy's warriors skull and yanked it out, readying my weapon and pointing at His grace.