The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

I yelled in his face. His shoulders visibly tensed and he clenched his jaw so hard I feared it would break in two before a sinister smile spread across his lips. “Where are they? Where is the person you claim to love? Nobody is coming for you, princess. You're at my mercy. You're stuck with me for life and nobody is coming to save you. I could turn you into a sex slave if I wish to. It would be so much fun breaking you bit by bit till there's nothing left of you but submission. But where's the fun in that? That fire in you, I'd love to see how far it goes before I do what I wish to you,” he said emotionlessly and stormed off.

She felt so uneasy Her breath hitched a bit as her eyes glued to him. He was putting on a long robe, red in color and flecked with some gold at the hem His eyes were so dark; so dark they made Roseline wonder if they'd been through hell. That was the same handsome King she had healed. And right there, he was looking more charming; more powerful. "My King!" The woman in the room stood up and bowed immediately, her voice interpreting so much fear and respect. Roseline just stood by and watched; she had never bowed for any one in her entire life - never. Well, that was because she had been locked up the whole time.

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

A sweet scented breeze billows in, the essence of jasmine and peony lingering in a way that makes my nose start to itch. "Wait...What did you just say?" Marek motions for me to step out of the carriage, looking unbothered by what he is telling me. "The King." "I know who he is," I say, stepping out and into the rain, which has thankfully lightened to a soft drizzle. Despite the rain, everything around us glistens, from the trees, to the sweeping garden that leads up to the manor. "How do you know the King?"

Yeong steps forward to open a door, allowing Dyan to walk through it. When they reach the trail of the garden that leads to the chambers of the Prince, he mumbles under his breath. "Loosening up? My apologies. But I do not understand." "It's a phrase used in the human world. "The young prince smugly says. "Tell you what. Next time I visit their realm, I'll take you with me." The moment they arrive inside his parliament, Dyan relaxes his shoulders and stares at the girl unconscious in his bed.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

My eyes met his and I frowned in confusion at how confident the king seemed, he was nowhere near being worried, in the contrary, he had something to believe in. “What are you trusting Verone, it is obvious that you didn’t come here to simply ‘bargain’ with me, the confidence you’re having is not one that would show that you’re here alone, nor that you’re here worried” Niklaus said looking at the king, I looked at Grace and her eyes were as hard as her brothers, her canines exposed as if she was ready to attack the king.

Gracie, my beloved mate, harboring secret desires while attempting to maintain an image of loyalty and devotion. A mischievous smile danced upon my lips as I spoke aloud to the empty air. "Gracie, my love, did you truly believe you could deceive me? Your eyes betrayed you, your body language whispered the truth. You underestimate the intelligence that lies beneath this Lycan king's facade."

"I'm the King. Exceptions can be made for me. The people will understand that better than when you suddenly blossom overnight as a widow. You are unmarried and pregnant. Have you forgotten? I have given you time to mourn your husband. Your mourning is over. I cannot delay bringing you into my house." One month to mourn my childhood sweetheart hardly seems sufficient. I open my mouth, ready to spew more protests but I clamp it shut when I hear the double doors to the King's chambers creek open. We both divert our attention to the grey-haired man, with deep-set wrinkles in his cheeks, limping towards us. "Nathan," The King says addressing him. The elderly man captures my eyes as he walks past