The King Guard Novels & Stories

The guards and bodyguard exchanged intense glances, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The royal bodyguard's voice took on a note of urgency, "Speak quickly, young man, what news do you bring from the city square? What of the king and our royal family?" The mourner's words spilled forth in a rush, "Rebellion, Saheb! A stranger, a charlatan, has appeared, slaughtering our people without mercy. The king, our lord, has fallen under this imposter's sway, as have the queens, princesses, and princes. They are all... entranced."

“Brayden, put me down.” “No.” “I can walk.” “I know you can walk.” He didn’t even miss a step. “I don’t want you to when I’m here.” We turned the last corner and my stomach dropped. Two guards stood on either side of the tall doors to the king’s quarters, rifles slung over their shoulders, eyes fixed straight ahead. “Alpha King,” they said in unison. “Luna.” Neither of them looked at us. But the younger one’s ears had gone bright red, and that was somehow worse. I buried my burning face in Brayden’s neck.

Together, we glanced down to see what the ruckus was about. The vampire king stood in the second garden in their wing. Kneeling in front of him was a guard. The sight of the king standing there, looking so powerful, caused shivers to rack through my body. Bloody hell. I think I'm in for another wild night with the werewolf king, to ride out my affection for the vampire king. "What's happening?" I turned to the guard next to me. "The guard killed a fellow guard during a fight. And not only that, but he left his duty post to seek pleasure outside the palace grounds. The guard he fought tried to report him, and that led to the fight that cost him his life," the guard next to me explained.

My silver-gray eyes narrowed instantly as I scanned the grounds directly below my room. "Camilla," I called out, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Come here." "Yes, Lady Zaria? Is everything alright?" Camilla asked, stepping out onto the balcony beside me. "Who are they?" I asked, pointing a trembling finger toward the courtyard paths. "Oh, those are the King's guards," Camilla said proudly. "They wear the heavy dark armor. They're the strongest fighters in the entire pack." "Why are they stationed at every single exit, archway, and path leading directly from

Four days later “Can everyone hear me?” King said, sitting down at the massive table in the back of King’s Garage. “Sound off, guys.” “Tex and Jack here,” Jack said, his voice warm and clear over the speaker set in the middle of the table. “Honey’s on front door guard duty, so she won’t be joining us.” “OK,” King replied. “Everyone else?” “This is Tank and Luke,” came Tank’s guttural growl, his Cajun accent more pronounced over the speaker. “Valentina and Dallas are in position around the house, keeping an eye on the ladies.”

“Only Melody, myself, Liam, and designated guards.” Liam nods immediately. “I’ll stay.” The King’s gaze holds on Liam for a beat, pride and fear tangled, then he turns back to us. “Logan,” he orders, “muster the outer guard. Full defense formation at the north wall. Silver reserves ready.” Logan inclines his head once, already moving. “Lia,” the King continues, “you coordinate interior security. No one touches the gates from the inside without your authorization. No sabotage.” Lia’s eyes narrow. “Understood.”

“Good evening, Miss Cecilia. I am Mike. I’m one of the King’s personal guards. He asked me to keep an eye on you until further notice.” My heart stopped in my chest. “Like a babysitter?” “I wouldn’t say a babysitter,” he said, frowning. “More like a protector of a sort. To keep you safe.” “You mean to keep me inside,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Is this the way the King expects me to stay in line?”

No crown either, and he could easily blend in with peasants more so than nobles. Let alone the likes of the King. “Darren? You’re the head of the Kingsguard. You’re sworn to celibacy until death frees you of your duty!” The King’s voice was thoroughly confused, but harsh as he now stood on the floor level; from his voice, it seemed he was near where the Queen stood just moments before. “You may be my brother, but to disobey the-“

There were no stray glances or passing greetings as they came near the palace gates, only the silence of fear and an air of oppression, the occasional remark or order of a guardsman being the only exception. There was a guard every few feet along the palace fence, each in his brandish uniform of reinforced maurium, the most advanced of tech reserved only for King Zephyr's personal defense forces. The huge dark metal gates of the palace towered over them as they approached, and the High Palace of the King could be seen up on a hill in the distance behind the massive stone walls.

I’m not a poorly mannered girl! “Guards!” The King’s command brought a swift reaction. The dining room door swung open, and the guards strode in with disciplined precision, their guns gleaming in the light. Rara observed them with a mix of frustration and despair. They wore long, dark-blue uniforms with black pants and boots. Each guard had a nametag prominently displayed above the breast pocket, their attire signaling their rank and role. The three guards in front were especially striking. Their uniforms were adorned with pendants of varying colors—white, green, and red—indicating their positions. The head guard, bearing the red pendant, stood out with a stern and a