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.

“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.

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.

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

I have a way of getting whatever I want. ... [clearly. even if it is stupid things that you want] ... I ignore her once again. Heavy breaths leave my lips as I approach the Palace. The King’s Castle wasn’t hard to find. The minute I walked through the gates, I had gotten a clear sight of the King’s Palace. The King’s Palace stood like a great black sentinel on a massive cliff overlooking the entire Kingdom. I assume that if the Vampire King — King Darius — stood by his window, he will be able to see the people and what they were doing miles away.

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

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.