The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

He was the one who initiated her into his pack. “Everything you are doing now to help my daughter.” Grace! What does she mean by that? What is he doing for Grace now? He has not talked or met Grace since the incident of the last Haze. “Tells me something I would never expect from the Alpha King. All the Alpha kings before you were ruthless, and I understand why. “It is because that was the only way for them to lead as the strongest supernatural. Son… You are a good man with a good heart. And because of that, you are going to struggle.

He always did. The sound of boots on stone broke the stillness. I turned. He was there, Kael walking down the path with that same unhurried grace, as though the world bent itself to his pace. The moon caught in his dark hair, his expression calm, unreadable. He looked every inch the king, but something in his eyes made my pulse stumble. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stopped a few paces from me, his gaze travelling slowly, deliberately, as though stripping away every layer of composure I had tried to build.

She saw it all. She didn’t say anything to me though. Her attention shifted to the king who sat watching us both keenly as if to detect any form of alignment or lie. Grace lowered her head and gave the king a deep curtsy. It was full of respect. Her dress brushed the floor, her arms stayed at her sides. She stayed in that bow for a few seconds, then slowly rose again "Your Majesty," she said, her voice even. The king didn’t waste any time in confirming what he wanted.

I frowned looking at him, his release running down my leg. "Don't tell Samson then, okay," I state and he nodded his head. I rolled my eyes and headed to my shower and I'm surprised when Mortas came into the shower with me. "Really, can't use your own shower," I mumbled softly and he grinned. "I am the king Grace and can shower wherever I like," he states firmly and smiles. I rolled my eyes again and handed him the soap. Why bother arguing with the king. I finished quickly and exited the shower and changed into a pair of Samson's sweats and t-shirt. I laid on my empty bed and scowled. I watched Mortas drying his hair and body.

I gazed at Grace indifferently, "Is that so? Whether or not I can become the Luna of the pack doesn't matter to me. However, I derive the most satisfaction from seeing others disappointed. Since you claim that, we'll see. After all, only by becoming the Luna of the pack can I rightfully expel you and make you pay for what you once did." Grace sneered, "Are you threatening me now?" I lifted my eyes and said coldly, "Not a threat, a warning." I gave a cold glance to the blushing Grace. Grace was relying solely on the fact that she was Alpha Kingsley's stepmother. Grace's malicious eyes, like those of a viper, stared at me. Suddenly, she smiled wryly, "You're right. Let's wait and see." After s

She started getting up when Rowan came to her aide. “You alright?” he asked. “Yes,” Grace said. “I think I am just going to die in a hole somewhere...” “Grace!” Philip appeared at her other side. He jumped down. “Are you hurt?” “I am fine! Okay? I’m fine,” Grace snapped. “I’m just tired.” She stared at Philip then at Rowan. “I’m sorry, I know you are trying to help. I apologize.” “You have a sharp tongue for a woman from the lower class,” Windsor said. “Your kind would have been flogged for addressing the king in such a manner back in my day.”

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

“ Okay, alpha.” “ Does she take her medicines without any complaint?" Zoe remained silent, and I immediately lifted my head to look at her.” She has been complaining about…” “ You can leave.”, I instructed and Zoe bowed before getting out of my office. What did Callous mean because the Grace I knew wouldn't obey orders without complaining first? It has been only a few days since she was brought into the pack but I could attest to her personality. She was the first person to ever challenge me in years.

‘You are a King, you shall prioritize your people. They are like veins in your body. They are your blood, your organs, and everything that made you up. Give them importance just like how you cherish yourself. A king shall always have a heart for his people… remember that, Alexis.’ These words from his grandmother echoed in his head as he tapped the point of the sword on the ground. Blood dripped from his sword’s fuller down to his blade. ‘A king shall not hurt his people…’