The King Engine Novels & Stories

"George, go and get those men. I need them here in an hour." "Yes your highness." He responded. He immediately got into a carriage which drove in the run down town. It took him awhile before he could find Zeke. The man was at the road side, smoking a cigarette. When he caught sight of George, a frown formed on his face. "Are they ready?" "I should have known he would have sent you George. You are his most loyal servant." He said. "You should answer Zeke. The king isn't that patient." "Yes, I know. How's palace life? Must be really great. I mean look at you, you definitely don't look like someone that came from this dump." He said and blew out a puff of cigarette.

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

Catherine clenched her fist and grinned her teeth as she spoke this time her voice lacked no confidence whatsoever. "We will see about that" the King scoffed as he released her and pushed her into the vehicle. He brought out a seed like object from his pocket and touched the bornet before getting back into the car and this time when he started the car, the engine responded. "There we go…at least now I won't have any issues apart from your constant whining" the King said in relief as Catherine just rolled her eyes and pushed her tongue forward with her mouth still tightly shut.

“They are pieces of a man. My witch was unable to get them, seeing as how they’re guarded. And the spell he cast not only created a force field around the kingdoms that fries anything that touches it.. but it is somehow taken over by the dark forest and powered by the most powerful artifacts in the world.” That makes me pause. “A man?” My father nods slowly. “The First King.” The name rolls through the chamber like something ancient waking up. Even the air feels heavier. I frown. “I’ve heard stories.” “Of course you have,” he says. “Everyone has. Though most of the modern versions are.. embarrassingly inaccurate.” He gestures lazily with one hand. “The crown fragment your mate found.” I imme

Evren would wake up wet with slick, his hole pulsing and mouth watering for something he knew he shouldn’t crave. He remembered the way he had begged to be fucked, his moans, all the nonsense he had sprouted in the haze of the need clawing at him. Most of all, he remembered begging, crying to be bred and knotted by the king. He remembered the number of times the King knotted him, and promised to pump Evren full of his seed. Even though the King did not know Evren’s ability to get pregnant, his newfound fear came from the realisation of what would happen if he ended up pregnant.

"All kings are fire manipulators." I nod, not really understanding. "How long have you been able to do, that?." "Manipulating fire?." He asks the blue ball of fire once again floating on his palm. "Since I was born, Thank Goddess." "Why?." "Well because, what makes a king of Alphas, is this." He turns the fire from blue to flaming red and to blue again. I frown, having no recollection of dad ever telling us about fire bending alphas. "It is not a widely known fact. Or else people would covet it." He explains.

his second-in-command said. “Then burn it to the ground!” His majesty replied harshly. For some reason, that caused me to trip over the bucket in front of me, and the entire contents, along with the duster and broom, made a resounding noise in the quiet study. Yeah, I’m definitely dying. I looked up to see which of them would do the honours. His second-in-command gave me a look, as if I were an annoying fly, while the king let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temple with his eyes shut.

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.