The King Book Novels & Stories

Until today, he noticed Jeffrey had forgotten to lock the door after their evening session and made up his mind to make use of the opportunity. Zayn's eyes scanned through the books of the forbidden section and eventually found the one he wanted. "The King who never was" He smiled as he picked the book from the shelf and had his seat on the ground with the lamp illuminating the environment. He opened the book to discover the pages were blank and gasped in shock. Zayn spent several minutes flipping from page to page until he noticed only the centre page had ink written up. The story of the 'king who never was' was written on just one page and the others were blank to discourage one who had no

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

“Lord Titus quickly got up and gave Titus a chair. Don't know if it's late at night, do you have something important to do?" “Yes, Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you late at night. This is a book with a few things clearly written on, so please read it, The King.” Titus gave the book to the servant and presented it to the Emperor, who saw it and read it seriously. The Emperor's expression was a bit more serious than when Titus was reading this book. After reading it, The King suddenly stood up, his face showing a look of anxiety and anticipation. “SAY, WHO IS WRITING THESE CARDS!!”

"I think so. The King himself had handpicked those books and asked me to fill this room with romance novels." "T-The King did?" The maid nodded in response, to which Scheriziel responded with a gasp. Then her ladyship mouthed, "No wonder he often speaks cringe-worthy lines. I guess he's adapting what he was reading." Scheriziel grinned and murmured, "So, that guy is hiding behind a mask of stoic and bloodlust ruler, but he's just a die-hard fan of romance." On the other hand, the busy king suddenly felt an ominous air had passed through his ear.

The one from the airport—Flinn—chuckled. “Sit. Properly.” He didn’t have to tell me again. I firmly planted my backside in the middle of the sofa. “Kairen, stop scaring her.” My jaw dropped. Did he just call the king by his name? Why is his head still intact? All the stories I’ve heard of the King, I’ve only ever pictured him as a blood-drinking, flesh-eating monster with three heads. What I didn’t expect was that he would be this ripped, this gorgeous—so gorgeous I wish I could keep him locked in a jar forever.

He sighs but I just smile, I reckon I would have worried either way. “He told me I was the only person who could help this situation because of who I was, it’s there I got dumped into the deep end of danger that has taken hold of my life.” I sigh looking back into the fire, I won’t deny that I have wished that this situation just deal with itself, but I knew how selfish that sounded. “You’re probably sitting there confused so I’ll explain, it all started when the Kings mother went missing, the King at the time searched and would stop at nothing until his mate was found. His last resort was to use this book, The Dark Secrets Of The Realms. He gave up this throne to Axel and left to search for

“You’ve been with many women, but this one? You act like she’s something special.” The King’s voice was cold, almost dismissive. “I’m not different, hell this is different. I have never gotten someone pregnant before so you understand what that means? I’m just worried about the baby.” Josh scoffed. “She’s just a weak maid. What’s the big deal? You’re the King, you can have anyone you want, you can have thousands of babies if you want but you acting like a fool because you care about Kayla” The King’s response was sharp, his voice echoing off the walls. “I don’t care about her. She’s just fun, a distraction. What’s important is the baby.”

His choice. I forced my chin up. The crown at my temple felt heavier than usual. My heartbeat was a secret I tried to bury beneath the music. At the far end of the hall, upon the high dais, he sat. Kael. The King. Every inch of him looked carved in shadow and gold. He wore no crown tonight, only a simple black tunic trimmed in crimson, the fabric drawn tight across his chest. His gaze found mine before I had even reached the second pillar. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

Five, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred… The King let out a loud curse from inside his head. And before he could even process what was happening, a huge blow from his back suddenly hit him. He knew that it was fatal as he felt his back getting wet. A loud growl suddenly escaped from the animal, trying to hide itself from the shadows of the forest. But even though the King couldn’t distinguish its scent, he tried to concentrate on the sound of its feet and body. And when he made another attack, he instantly dodged it. But he felt like his feet suddenly became deep-rooted on the ground as he saw the rogue standing before him – with the help of the light coming from the bright moon.