The Hanged King Novels & Stories

The mournful howls of the pack rose in response, a haunting melody that echoed through the clearing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gathering, the king's body, draped in ceremonial garments, was laid upon the stone monument. His majestic form, even in death, exuded an aura of power and dignity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the weight of his responsibility and the immense task that awaited Kaden as his rightful heir.

Veins popped out from Omar's head. He wanted to lash out at him but couldn't, knowing that he was the King. His head will be cut off and hung on a spike if he dares to yell at the King. Another council member stood up after sensing Omar couldn't speak out of anger. “Your Majesty I—”

he says, turning the page slowly, ceremonially, “and the majority declared that you are to be hanged until death.” A wave of whispers erupts, satisfied murmurs, cruel approval, dark delight. Some don’t even bother to hide their smirks. Hanged. They wanted to kill me. Kill my unborn child. I stare ahead, empty, shattered. But the judge raises his hand for silence. “However,” he continues, “His Majesty the King, despite the accusations, despite the supposed betrayal showed you mercy.” My throat tightens. I look up instinctively at Adrian. He doesn’t look at me.

He would never be. Denney, trembling, tried to rise. "Nephew_" "I am your king!" Alexander's voice boomed, slamming his fist against the armrest. "I am more than the son of your brother. I am your king, and you will accord me my honour. I, command, you." Silence blanketed the courtroom. Alexander sighed, rising from his seat again. "I tire of this." He stepped forward to the edge of the dais. "This is my sovereign sentence: Ten days from today, Lords Denney, Featings, and Farrington will be hanged to death in the square."

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

"I gotta tell you that most villagers are a little mean." "Though since you are a royal, I am pretty sure that you will meet more nice ones than the opposite." The king is deceased. I am not sure if they still do respect, I'm not sure about that. These are all just Red Dahlias... Suddenly, my world of ponders was postponed due to a man shouting, "The King of Hawthorn has perished! All rise for Hemlock! Hail to our new king!"

Though the king already decided to sacrifice his son to get control of the mine from the north, he could not act brazenly in front of the three factions; the noble faction, the aristocratic faction, and the commoner's faction. King Elphaim knew that Duchess Victoria Rozenreff used the Monakre Kingdom's royal envoy to stall the noble trial. The extended three days for his second son's life were not enough to save the prince. Swallowing his victorious grin, the king turned to his second son who was calmly sitting as if he was not about to be executed. "Prince Corean, come forward."

Men like him and a king, in fact, only speak words with weight. I shifted in my seat, suddenly nervous. My existence just got questioned. I should react violently to it, but I stayed calm and allowed him to explain some more. Maybe. Just maybe, I might find a reason to connect this to Lucien’s drunken complain of me two nights ago about me being dead and all. “Nine years have passed since you died. The circumstances of your death were unfortunate and, shall we say, unexpected,” the king continued. There was definitely a hint of bitterness there and a mixture of disappointment. I could hear it, see it clung to him despite the lack of expression on his face.

"And you Henry, for wanting to kill an innocent child, your whole family shall be the first he will start from. It is my curse to your household." _____ The guards hanged Leona to death. They didn't see a dark shadow leaving the lifeless young body. _____ "She is dead, my King." One of the two guards told King Henry when they returned. "Good, take my son, Jay and bury him before he starts decaying. His death shall soon be announced." King Henry ordered. "Yes my King." They both said at the same time and carried the dead crown Prince with care. Some guards followed them out of the throne room.

That whore! After Embry was crowned king, it was time for his ministers to swear to do their jobs. First, the royal advisor swore his allegiance. Then, a couple of new ministers did the same. Finally, it was time for Athena to take that job, which she had no idea how to do.