The King In Yellow Novels & Stories

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

King Theodore angrily walked into his room to see his mistress Ciara lying sexily on the bed, wearing a transparent yellow dress. "My king, what's your plan with the queen you kidnapped or should I say took?" Ciara asked as she sat up worriedly, staring at King Theo, who obviously didn't want to talk. "I don't just want to lose you; I know the repercussions of what you're doing and…" "Shut up, Ciara, and leave my room immediately! I don't think I need you here; I have a lot going on in my head!" King Theo yelled angrily as he pulled off his robe.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

His rancid breath stuns my senses as he leans in to whisper in my ear, “You’re the king’s pet, aren’t you princess?” “I belong to no king,” I spit, baring my teeth at him. We’re nearly nose to nose, and he laughs, showcases his yellowing teeth. “Oh, but you do. The Alpha King is looking for you. He has warriors roaming around in these parts. Some just came by, looking for some entertainment before they moved on. They asked if I’d seen you, and sure enough, I have the blue-eyed princess of Crescent Falls in my cellar.” He chuckles, leaning away from me and rising to his full height. “I don’t mean to just give you over to them, though.”

The King who had been silently watching says, reaching into his expensive suit pocket and pulling out a small bright yellow ball which seemed to have liquid inside. “I do not know if I trust you sir.” Archer growls staring at the man, any respect he may have forced himself to feel before due to the Kings title was gone from his mind now that his mate was laying unresponsive beside him. “I am not here to hurt Fern, Alpha Archer, it is vital that she stay alive for us to win this war. You may not trust me, but I swear this may wake her.” The King said still standing firm with his comment, the yellow circle ball still shining in his hand in front of Archer.

"You’re not thinking straight. If you storm Drogomor now, you’ll be walking into a death trap. The Mad King is expecting you to react like this.” His words stung because I knew they were true. Derek, the so-called Mad King, was a master manipulator. He thrived on chaos, and I would be playing right into his hands if I acted on impulse. But how could I not? The image of Nicolas haunted me—his laughter, his innocence, his stubbornness, his fierce determination. He was my mate, my other half, and I had failed him. The pain of the mark on my skin was nothing compared to the agony of imagining him suffering.

Watching the Hummers sent to gather King Killian from the airfield park in front of the Palace, I step forward to greet the Demon King as he climbs out of the back of the first Hummer, his long legs and sturdy frame not what I expected. “Queen Isabella, so nice to see you again.” King Killian, a man standing over seven feet tall with long flowing black hair, pale skin, and ruby red eyes, says with a wide smile, but I notice the way his smile does not reach his eyes.

Inside the King's bedroom, still dressed in a black dress with a black veil over her eyes, Yuelan waits for the King's appearance. A few minutes later, the King stumbles into his bedroom, drunk as a kite, with a lecherous look in his eyes. He looks giddy and excited at the prospect of bedding his young wife. "Where is my gorgeous Queen?" he calls out drunkly inside the room, while he stumbles around. Sitting quietly and waiting for the king to find her, Yuelan's fist tightens with fury and repulsion. If she could avoid this night, she would do it in one bit.

Before I could respond, she opened the door. Silas stood outside. And for a moment, the entire room went quiet. Gods. The man looked unfair. Black formal attire. Silver embroidery. Dark hair neatly styled. Strong shoulders. Sharp jawline. The future Lycan King looked every bit the ruler of an ancient kingdom. Yet his expression softened the moment he saw me. The transformation was immediate. Dangerous king became familiar friend. My heart did something alarming. Silas cleared his throat. "You look beautiful." I immediately looked away.

No one had ever dared to talk back to him like this. I tilted my head up, looking straight into his glowing golden eyes. I didn't care about his power. I didn't care about his pack, his throne, or his dangerous wolf. In that moment, all I saw was a cruel, heartless monster standing before me. "You think you are a king?" I spat out, every word heavy with raw, unfiltered disgust. "You are nothing but a coward hiding behind your throne. You look down on my people, but you are colder and nastier than anyone in the Hollow."