The Hanged King Novels & Stories

Till then may you rule forever my king. Your's faithful Josef ★ “Where is he?" King Stefan asked after the soldier finished reading the letter. "He isn't in the palace but my men are still searching for him over the kingdom. He couldn't have gone far." “Good, bring him to me when you find him." The king then dismissed the soldier with the wave of his hand. The soldier took a bow before leaving and King Stefan signed weakly, collapsing on his throne. His eyes drifted to the spot where Harold had died and though there wasn't a trace of the horror that took place there since it had been cleaned up by the maids he could still see the horrible image in his mind as if it was still there.

I asked with a raised eyebrow, but the blonde-haired one just looked away. "I... didn’t want to wake you..." What a silly thing! How could she insist on that kind of thing? At times like these I wondered if that was really the story I had read, because neither Callisto nor Elaine acted according to their roles. The cruel king who despised his concubine and loved only the saint and his deceased wife - now seemed to detest the saint he should love and, At the same time, he had so much zeal for his concubine that he almost snapped and forced the princess of one of his territories and also the sister of his late wife, to near death.

At the base entrance, the guard stopped us for the usual inspection. “Your infection test came back negative, right?” I nodded. The guard was just about to let me through when Ethan Cross, the team’s new medic, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, Captain. What about that scratch on your arm from the mutated rat?” The air froze. The guard’s expression changed at once. “Captain Hale, is that true?” I gritted my teeth. “It is. But the wound has already been treated, and I have antibodies.” “I’m carrying a top-level mission. I need to enter the base immediately.” The guard hesitated, his hand already moving toward the gate controls. But Ethan stepped across my path and blocked me. “Captain! Y

“And you will not succeed whatever you are planning.” “But I already have, little one.” His smile suddenly returned, ignoring the fact that I had just angered him. Taking steps back, he made his way towards the exit, then came to a halt as he turned around and looked at me, then he declared. “By the order of the King, traitor Esmeralda Stone and her family will be beheaded at dawn for murdering the Crown Prince.”

That infuriated him and he tried to get out of the chair. “Fuck you !” He shouted, and was punched, this time in the face. Mr. King was finished with him, for now. He walked over to another male figure that was hanging from a metal hook tied up in the next chair. His vision was blurry but he didn’t need it. He knew it was pete. “You fucking traitor! I hope it was worth it !” he yelled. His goons moved quickly and lowered the hook that he dangled from. and latched his rope tied wrists on to it. His shirt was ripped open. He was covered in soot, ash, dirt and blood.

From an account I didn't recognize. The title read: The King's Execution: Live Coverage of Jace Kingston's Arrest. Below it, the first comment—already gathering likes—said four words that made my blood freeze. She's next. Watch.

He presented the medallion he had uncovered, its surface dulled with age but unmistakable in design. “This is the piece you wanted,” the lawyer said. The figure took it, sneering. Without hesitation, he tossed the medallion into the furnace. Metal hissed and glowed before vanishing into slag. "Clean up all loose ends," the figure ordered. "No traces." A man was dispatched to the palace that same night, and by morning, the king was found hanging in his chambers, a note beside him that read this is too shameful, though no one questioned why a cloth had been pressed so tightly over his nose and mouth that the bruising had to be covered with powder before the body was displayed.

But the expected sting never comes. I dare a glance over my shoulder where the man with the whip trembles and falls to his knees. I think he’s having a fit until he bows his head low, practically shouting, “Your Majesty!” I whip my head over my other shoulder to find the king approaching me. I’ve never seen him before, but between the reaction of the executioner behind me and the crown perched on the bleach blond hair of the man before me, it must be the king. Gently, he takes my chin and tilts my head up.

"Ha ... hanging? how come? isn't he a soldier protecting the king?" "We don't know what really happened, but the news we heard was that Jim was trying to seduce one of the king's concubines. The king asked him to confess in front of everyone. However, he insisted that he was innocent. Therefore he received hanging," "Seducing one of the king's concubines? hanging? 17 years ago? but, who?" she thought. Nathania was nervous, she did not think that what happened to Grandma Lori was actually related to her family, especially her father.

[King:] It might have been a little higher. [Executioner:] It can be no higher, sir. [King:] When I put out my hands this way, then. [After having said a few words as he stood to himself with hands and eyes lift up, immediately stooping down, the king laid his neck on the block. Then the Executioner again putting his hair under his cap, the king said:] Stay for the sign. [Executioner:] Yes, I will, and it pleases Your Majesty. [After a very little pause, the king stretching forth his hands, the Executioner at one blow, severed his head from his body.]”