The King Guard Novels & Stories

His voice summoned the steps of his personal bodyguards, who quickly came to his room. "Your Majesty! Is there a problem?" asked a huge and buffed man with dark glasses and a dark uniform that intimidated everyone. The shining silver pins on their chests displayed the names and ranks of each personnel, like a group of private soldiers hired for extra protection. "I am the King! You fools!" King Charlie scolded while tapping his hip. The servant then knelt and begged for forgiveness from the king. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I admit my mistake. I—I was really careless."

The loud horns went off as it signal the arrival of the king “All hail King Crowell the first. The Crown jewel of ahuwa and Ruler of the ahuwa Empire” one of the guard spoke in a very loud voice, the guard seemed to be held at very high esteem, he was not dressed like the regular guards that chased down the lady, his armor was nicely shaped and made from heavy metal and his cape made from fine golden material, his armor covered his entire body as one could barely see his face.

“Just take it.” “Already did!” He grins just as the door parts. He scouts the place before letting me step in. And he does before me. The door shuts and starts moving before he speaks. “To answer your past question, workers are to take just one month away and aside from that, we have days off as well. The King still hasn't found a replacement for him. It's hard to just trust anyone.” My head falls to the side. “Is anyone guarding him?” “Who? The King?” I nod. “He gave his closest guard to that human—”

“You’ve used him as a shield for too long. He’s suffered the consequences of your mistakes while you walk unscathed. That ends now.” “But no one can protect me as efficiently as Brother Yeonho does.” “First of all, he is not your brother,” the king said, his voice cold. “Secondly, you are a grown man. Learn to defend yourself. I am appointing Kim Gguk as your new guard. He is the son of a nobleman, not a lowly slave.” King’s gaze then settled on Yeonho, as if daring him to react. He did not. “And he will train you,” the king continued.

He smiled wrapping his arm around mine and slowly walking me over to the door, the King’s visit looming in the shadows. Once our very early breakfast had concluded, we head out of the main entrance of the pack house and out into the early morning air, Emmett, Harriet and a bunch of huge men I will assume are the guards who will be stationed with me throughout this meeting stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs. A mixture of feelings on each of our faces, I knew the guards probably hadn’t been told everything, only the King was visiting and for some reason I was to be kept away so in their minds, their task was keeping me safe. Whilst Emmett knew as much as Archer and I so knew how importa

"We're going to the Spring. If it wants you, then we'll give it to them. But we're doing it on our terms." Kael looked up at Julian, his remaining human eye filled with a mixture of agony and profound gratitude. "You... don't... have to..." "Shut up," Julian said, wiping a mixture of sweat and black blood from his own brow. "I'm the King's guard. Or at least, I was. It’s my job to clean up the royal mess. Now get up, you oversized piece of glass. We have a palace to tear down." With a desperate, agonizing grunt, Kael forced his legs to straighten. The joints in his knees popped with a sickening, wet sound, but he stood. He was taller now, his frame swollen and distorted by the thick layers o

Silver! "I . . . cannot touch that, my dear," King Elon stutters. "Your foolishness is phenomenal. I am almost tempted to let you be my Palace clown," she replies. "Traitor!" King Elon's assistant screams. The few of the King's guards who had remained rush forward, abandoning their posts. But they are confronted by her Majesty's more skilled men, in the same uniform as them. It is clear that the King's guards present are quite outnumbered, most having been killed last night and their uniform taken. King Elon must be thinking that his own men have turned against him. I have never seen him look so dumbfounded.

A group of figures entered the pack grounds, their presence cutting through the lingering conflict with quiet authority. Purple. Not the standard uniform. Not even close. My eyes narrowed slightly as recognition set in. Royal guards. But not just any. The Lycan King’s personal guard. They were rarely seen—almost never, in fact—because the man they served had long since been removed from the world, locked away under the Dowager Queen’s orders, spoken of only in fragments and rumors. And yet here they were. In my pack. For a brief moment, even I was caught off guard.

"Listen to me. Nobody is touching you. Nobody is getting close to you. I will put armed guards on you twenty-four seven." "King, if they could get to my father…" "Your father didn't have me." King's eyes blazed with something dark and dangerous. "I play a lot dirtier than politicians. Whoever sent this just made a fatal mistake." As the car sped through Lagos streets toward King's penthouse, Victoria couldn't shake the feeling that Someone had declared war and she'd just accepted the challenge. King's penthouse had transformed into a fortress. Security guards posted at every entrance and cameras monitoring all angles. Marcus King's head of security, a former military guy who looked like he c

Elena stared at it. “That's mine.” The first Guardian said nothing. Marcus moved closer. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” A voice answered from somewhere above them. “You always were quick to recognize what belongs to you.” The King stepped onto the highest balcony. He wore no armor. No crown. Only a long black coat and a silver chain around his neck. That made him more frightening. Behind him stood Adrian. His wrists were bound in silver restraints. Blood stained one side of his shirt. “Dad!”