The Hanged King Novels & Stories

Chapter 68 Just as I sat down I lifted my head to see my portrait neatly designed with the inscription the new champion on the blog Prince Douglas and the lost prince was in a bracket. They were hanged in the lecture hall. The HR lecturer entered with the department head and the PE master.

Sumon couldn't help but feel a touch of pride looking at him. Finally one of the lords spoke and said aloud, "The king is dead. Long live the king!" The other men nodded and repeated all together, in a loud voice, "The king is dead. Long live the king!" One by one, the men put one knee on the ground and bowed before Nathan, before the king. They were all kneeling with their heads bowed in front of him. Nathan looked at them and then raised his head, like a proud man. Sumon prepared to bow before his king, but Nathan turned and held out his hand. Surprised, she grabbed it, and her husband dragged her to his side, as she heard again from the corridor: "The king is dead. Long live the king."

There was no word of Asher Collins or his whereabouts, so the ruling of the kingdom fell on his self-appointed shoulders. He’d imposed a curfew on the whole city, claiming that some imposters were hiding within its walls. Those imposters were allegedly responsible for the disappearance of the king. Every single day, people were rounded up and brought to Merliscire Palace for questioning. Some left without issue, but some of them faced absolute punishment for their alleged crimes. They were questioned and accused of foregoing the “truth”, and then were hung without remorse for their alleged crimes. But despite these hangings, there weren’t any imposters.

“He has no consistent groomer; his mood can change at any moment.” “Only with the king is he the most obedient and calm. It makes us look like liars when we say he’s difficult,” Drakon added. “I hear only the king has ever ridden him, and the last person who pulled his reins too hard was beheaded?” Sienna asked as we stepped outside, preparing to carry the plates back. Evening was descending quickly. Groth shook his head. “Not beheaded—had his arms cut off personally by the king. Poor thing died from the shock.”

the second retorted “Well, it’s the rule of the kingdom that whoever is sentenced to death must be hanged” This can’t be true, I didn’t steal or kill anyone to even be hanged, I wish I didn’t wake up today, maybe I should have just died in my sleep in Lowell’s room, it would have been a more peaceful and slow death, the one that I won’t feel much pain as now, I won’t see the ones I thought loved me betray me this way, the stares, the rage, the emotions all in one.

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

"She slept with me then slept with my greatest friend in order to take his money, she will do the same with you. She will sleep with a much better King and leave you." Nicholas laughed. "You are a very bitter man. And your lies have no effect on me. Either way you will die." He said. Michael stood up from his chair,he drew out his sword and pointed it to the King. Nicholas laughed. He ran at an incredible speed towards Michael and broke his neck then beheaded him with his sword after. Hilda was peeking from the other room. "You can stop peeking now,he is dead." Said the King. Hilda ran to her dead master and began to weep.

His cool was now slowly leaving him, and he didn’t like any bit of it. “Good thing that they were out of danger now, Raven. Or I will surely rip your head off with my bare hands. Now, start digging your grave. I needed you to do your part now because my ears were now at its limit just by hearing Arlan’s commentaries and the idiotic greedy Were Elders’ Council proposals. Get your *ss off now, and I mean it.” King Hades viciously warned him before casually walking towards the door. “I am just quite curious about whoever that black hooded guy was.” Prince Raven slowly whispered, but the king stopped his tracks, but his body remained standing towards the closed door.

said the king, putting more power into his voice. One by one, the men began to enter the space. They wore kilts. But the upper part of their body, apart from the strip of tartar they had thrown over the shoulder, wore nothing else. "Oh my God!" Meegan whispered and started waving her hand again. Skye didn't pay much attention to her because her gaze was fixed on the figure of the man who entered last. She was almost sure it was Hector. She had only seen half of his face, but this man's hair and gait were familiar to her.

Her father was a courtier, and she wanted to become a Queen. She had tried to catch the eye of the Prince, but both the Prince and the previous King died a month ago from an illness. Some said it was poison; that they had been given small amounts of poison for a long time to make it seem like an illness. Even though Angelica wasn't the kind to believe in rumors, the sudden death was suspicious. The King's nephew was now crowned as the new King. They said he was young and handsome, and didn't have a queen yet. Hilde's previously crushed dreams could now become true. She was very excited and Angelica could see that she had spent hours getting prepared to impress.