The Hanged King Novels & Stories

No matter his schedule, he always found time to whip up a cup of hot cocoa for me, then sat close by, watching as I took each sip. "Donna." The door tapped open, and one of my guys stepped in. "Got word from Italvia: Nolan Winston has kicked the bucket." I looked up. "How'd he go?" "Booze got the best of him, ended up a popsicle in some slum alley." He flicked a photo my way. "Caught it on the scene." I snagged the photo for a quick look. The man in the photo was huddled against a wall, covered in grime, with the telltale purple of a drunk's demise.

It would be better if I let the fairy king do it and it would be taken as a casualty of war. I will mourn and grieve his death. But it will not be on me. “I got this, go save your brother.” I snapped out of it when my mate spoke next to me. Before I could stop her, she was already charging for the fairy king. Who disappeared the moment he saw Ianna coming for him. I glanced at Adolph and sighed. I went around the palace taking my time still thinking about letting him die there. I climbed the wall on the other side and went to him. When I got to him, my knees grew weak at the sight. He was hanged normally but when you look closely you could see a thin silver wire around his neck.

Their resolve was met with a cruel fate: they, along with their sons, faithful servants, and devout priests, were condemned to death by hanging. The following morning, the kingdom witnessed a gruesome spectacle: the lifeless bodies of the martyred queens and their companions hung from the gallows, as crows flew overhead and vultures circled, awaiting their turn to scavenge. "This fate shall befall anyone who refuses to pay homage to our new deities!" King Agnil's voice echoed through the land, his words dripping with malevolence. "Behold, people of Tziyonia, the consequences of defiance!"

The chief priest addressed the people, “He started by acting like a homeless man, going around the kingdom begging for food. We all thought that he was bewitched but we were wrong, he took an innocent king’s life. Let him be hanged as per the ways of our land, beat the drums.” The drums were beating and the chair the king was standing on was kicked leaving him hanging in the air.

“Are you underestimating me, Cass?” “That’s not it.” He closed his eyes for a brief second, as he pinched the tip of his nose, before meeting my gaze again. “We’re talking about someone that killed his Uncle, then hung his head in front of the castle. Everyone who’s on the late King’s side in the palace have been killed. Everyone there is walking on eggshells around him,” “You really are underestimating me.”

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

narrowly bared Wait to continue, that's not the problem, the problem is that Harold found out louis dumbfounded; What!!!!!!!! No, did he find only Harold to discover him? He is trolling him for any mistake. They will kill him like this, that fool Parad impatiently and screaming; And damn Louis, let me finish first, then put your damn comments as you like , "sigh and calm down." As we all expect, Harold told the king, and a meeting was held with the priests, and they sent Maximus and Leanne to inform them of orders, and in the end, what one of our guards told me was that they had been sentenced to be hanged to death.

It was not entertaining in a way the king would approve of. Padraig led the way to the dungeons, taking a torch from the guard at the stairs and leading Fann to the farthest corner of the room. Ian was already hanging by his wrists from a hook in the ceiling, his belly stretched long. He was hanging limply, seemingly asleep. Fann hesitated. He wanted to look the man in the eye before he killed him. Either the light or the heat from the torch roused Ian and his eyes blinked up at Fann.

Heaving a long sigh, Yuka raked his fingers through his hair, hoping that he had done the right thing by letting her go to his father. ... Hazel stared at the sick king who was lying on his bed, his eyes closed. She could see how exhausted he was. The strain of the years he'd lived seemed to be etched on his face. She felt sorry for him. He'd been trapped by Clarice for a long time. "Hazel Spiers" the king said, his eyelids fluttering open. Hazel wasn't nervous despite how intimidating the king's piercing silver gaze was. "Your majesty" she said, bowing in respect.

He asked, his voice so calm. Richad looked up and shook his head. He knows this man, he knows how broken he feels but doesn't want to show it. He doesn't want to look weak. Am waiting Richad. The king said shaking him out of his thoughts. Yes, your majesty. He said. Your Majesty. A maid called and bowed. What is it? He asked . The King of Natus sent a message. She replied. Go, I'll read it later. He said calmly, his eyes still focused on the dark atmosphere.