The Hanged King Novels & Stories

V I watched in satisfaction as I watched the necks of the king and Queen break. I had there bodies moved and hung in their chambers to make it look like suicide to their drugged and sleeping guards. I slept soundly knowing I had succeeded in my plans to take the country, I now own everyone.

He holds his head as if it is about to explode because of the King's childish behavior. "AND IF YOU FAILED TO INFORM ME!" The King quickly faces Kingsley with wrath on his face while using his thumb finger, slicing his neck as a warning, "CRKKK!" Kingsley's body is electrified as he knows the meaning of the signal---his death. He doesn't have a choice but to nod to the King and gives him a stiff salute. Hedery's face blooms as he claps his hand together, hopping away from the hall, humming in glee while he proceeds to his room to nap.

The King withdrew his hand as if touched by something foul. "Death," he pronounced, each word falling like a hammer blow. "House Muller has chosen death. They will fall and be forgotten." His voice rose, filling the vast chamber. "For crimes against this kingdom, all four will hang, and the estates and titles of anyone who carries their blood will be taken. I have spoken and that is—" "Your Majesty, wait." The Crown Prince's voice cut through the sentence like a blade through silk, and every head in the court turned toward him.

The victorian era, with all the designated wings? What made it worse was that it apparently belonged to Mr King's estranged son that she had no interests knowing but already knew quite a lot about, thanks to the other maids. Apparently, he was in his late twenties, unmarried and very handsome; something they made a point to repeat to her whenever the opportunity arose.

That oddity resume even into the King Chamber, where the king is found in the middle of his orgy with 4 concubines. Naturally, when Alfred and the Skeleton boys comes in there were chaos in the room but soon, it was settled down, as all the concubines were now headless, and King Robert were now suffering the torture of his life, being cut limb by limb and finally it was ended with his regretful woes, when his head were decapitated by Alfred himself. “Sire..the King is dead now….I guess the whole nation will be in an uproar by tomorrow..”. (Alfred)

He sit down and blindly motioned for his father to sit. The king was growing impatient with how long it was taking for Malcolm to speak. He sipped his whiskey and loudly cleared his throat. The king wanted to know where he had been for the last three days. He also wanted to know if the rumors were true. Had he really been captured by Alpha Spane? At this point, the king needed any information to settle his nerves. When Malcolm began to speak, the king doubled over in shock. Nothing had prepared him for the words that was coming out of his son's mouth. "Harry is dead." Malcolm had said devoid of all emotions. This was the worst of news.

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

he finished, and just as he turned the knob, Clark spoke. "She was convicted of killing her mate then staged the murder to look like suicide by hanging. They sold her today, the very same day the Wi—" Clark stopped mid-sentence, throwing a quick glance at me. Just like that, the king stopped and his back stiffened instantly. "Are you sure of this?" The king asked, his hand still on the knob. I didn't know what to make of their exchange, but I certainly knew that there was no way he was going to let me live, especially not being told I was a murderer. I closed my eyes, and for a long time, relaxation came over me. The thought of dying and meeting my Randolf again had me welcoming the idea of

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

I started before the head maid cut me off with an offended snort. “As if! His Highness is the old Queen’s heir. The last surrogate was as barren as the fiery pits of Hades, dear girl. An insult punished by hanging. She fled the castle before that ever happened and put us all out of our misery. We lost our king because of a seductress like her.” Madam Burter barked, before inhaling a deep breath and clapping her hands sharply, a signal that made me jump to my feet on shaky legs. Blackwood hanged failed surrogates?