The King Novels & Stories

They embraced each other as if it had been years since they were seen together. “It’s been quite a while,” he patted him on the back. “You’ve done well in your role as king!” I glanced between them, a little confused but curious. I leaned closer to Kael. “He’s a…?” Kael nodded somewhat, already knowing what I was thinking. “Yes, he’s a king too. That’s my brother’s friend. He rules another country.” No wonder the man looked familiar. I’d seen him in old portraits and books before. He wasn’t just any king—he was one of the most powerful rulers in the world. People said he held as much authority as the other kings from the powerful tribes.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

I just looked at him calmly over the rim of my glass. "The King is not going to walk in here, Father," I said smoothly. My voice was calm, sweet, and entirely relaxed. "The King is currently lying on the hard floor of his study, crying over a dirty male slave. He cannot even stand on his own two feet right now. This chair is empty. Someone has to sit in it to rule the people." My father let out a harsh, angry breath. He reached up with his thick hand and wiped the melting snow out of his dark beard.

"I won't." He spat on the carpet and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him. The silence he left behind was suffocating. Jace stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door, his whole body trembling with adrenaline. "You did it," I said. "You stood up to him." "It doesn't matter." "Jace—" "It doesn't matter." He turned to face me, and his expression was hard. Closed off. The King was back, armor fully in place. "He's not going to stop. He's going to keep coming, and as long as you're near me, you're in danger."

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

It's hard to recognize him in that mustache. "Wait for my order." I muttered loud enough for my men to hear. I stared at King in front of and I smirked. Too bad he'll be dead tonight. Do you know why he's called King? Well, that's because he's the biggest and the boss of all mobs - he's the King in this game and in this game, you have to get rid of the top dog to be the top dog and that's what I'm doing tonight. "Three, two and...

"Aunty, what does the king look like? Is he big with a big stomach and a mustache and beard?" Hailey shook her head and chuckled. "The King doesn't have any of those features," she explained and patted the boy's hair. "To say it simply, the King is very handsome. He's tall with nice skin and a beautiful face. He has sharp eyes that can read through every one. He's a hardworking King and also his subjects admire him." "The King must be a warrior." Hailey didn't know which of the kids said that. She was spacing out again. "You're right." She nodded. "

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"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

I asked God to have mercy on me, even though this may be his doing. “I hope you enjoyed your last night as a bachelor, Prince Christopher.” Commented Frankie, his best friend patting him on the back. “I just hope it’s worth it” “Sure you will, though you’ll have to put up with your father-in-law, King Roberts is a real serial killer.” “Don’t mention it to me, your comment is not encouraging at all, Frankie” “Excuse me, Your Majesty! The king requests it at the entrance.” “They’ve arrived! I’ll accompany you.” Frankie said.

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.