The Hanged King Novels & Stories

They set it down on the side of the path as the curious servants gather to see. Queen Rowena steps off the carriage and I follow. She pulls me by my slave's chain to stand by her side, a step away from the crowd Four men whose aging faces I recognize from the king's arrogant council rushes out of the palace front doors and falls to their knees beside the body of the dead king. They cry like they were his closest family. "This isn't right! He was such a noble king," one claims. "The kingdom shall have weeks of mourning. A statue must be build honor his-"

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

The king said, solemnly, making me wonder why he was so calm with me even after the taunt I threw at Diva. But I was wrong, totally wrong because the next word I heard from him made me crumble. "Hang her!" The king decreed. It was his judgment. He had finally made his judgement. Within seconds, I was dragged out of the hall, down to the square center of the pack building where I was going to get my verdict. It was the end for me.

"Sir, are you sure you want to hear it here? It's about—" "Spit it out!" Mitch barked. Fel jumped. The princess gasped. The Torus guy tensed. The assistants scribbled more notes in their notepad. "The King has succumbed to his injuries, sir," the man blurted out.

I ask walking closer to him, pressing my sword on his chest. "I regret nothing!" He seethes out, struggling against his captor. I chuckle and with a smirk, I pierce my sword through his cold, stone heart. I clean his blood off with my clean hands and there from his stiffed, dead body I take the crown of his head and place it on mine. That's the last thing he'll ever see, my hands bloodied, so much that it drips down all the way to my elbow as I take his crown and my rightful place as the long-lost forgotten king. This does bring a smile to my face.

torchlights bobbing between the thorn breaks. Six banners. Dozens of riders. Priests shivering in gold-threaded cloaks they'd have to burn before the orchard roots would drink their secrets. Elric braced his bow across his knee, stump pressed into the snow to keep from trembling when the hush slipped down his spine. "They don't look like kings." Cassius snorted. "They look like the orchard's next meal." Selena crouched behind the brine pit rim, Kieran's breath warm at her nape when he leaned close enough for the hush to curl around them both. "Do you see him?" he rasped. She did. The new king , pale and wide-eyed, crown stitched into the collar of his cloak instead of resting on his skull.

he yells. "Tom, I want them strangled to a rope. Place them in a horizontal line, I want to see their agonizing faces as they battle to give up their last breath. I want them to be killed one after another and their corpses shall be hung at the entrance of this fucken palace as a message to anyone who will dares disobey me or question my others" furiously he announces "Be fast about it, I don't have the whole day for these nonsense." he scowls. "Okay, my king!" the guards pull them to the cord. Without wasting time they were hanging on ropes staring at the huge crowd pathetically and begging for mercy "Please, my king I don't want to die, I have two kids" "My King, please forgive us!" they c

As I reached the end of the stairway, I found another door and as I opened it, the scene unfolding before me was shocking. Many different supernatural was hanged up with silver cuffs, some with blood covering their body and some with bruises. And some seem to be very young. And in the middle of all this mess, the King was standing right in front of me. “Well, well, well” he said whilst clapping his hands in a form of a sarcastic applause. “I guess we found the mole.” He said with a treacherous smile. “How do you know I was going to come here.” I asked

"Precisely because they are getting stronger, His Majesty the King feels threatened by their existence. It's no longer a secret in the palace, that the one who poisoned the King's ex-fiancé was actually the King himself!" "Oh my God ... Why do they have to be that cruel?" "This is a palace. Don't expect you to just have fun in this place. Even the people who support Alison cannot escape His Majesty's wrath. Anyone who tries to resurrect the family again will be hanged along with the rest of their family!"

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.