The King Of Salt Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Kingdom of Salt: 81% white. Kingdom of Obsidian: 94% white. 6 out of 7. 2 million people. 1,340,000 chose asking. Dravan read the numbers. Quiet. He turned to the 5 Kings. “You asked if they were fools,” he said. “They answered.” The King of Bone was the only one still smug. “My people chose command.” “Your people,” the Queen of Salt said, “are the only ones who still fear you more than they want to speak.

“Do I have to throw your ass out or what, man?” Chris turned to look at Matt ‘King’ Kingston, his soon-to-be-former boss. King was standing in the doorway, his massive arms crossed over his massive chest, his dark gray eyes as hard as ever, but a tiny smile on his rough face. Yeah, he’d miss King too. The man was shady and secretive and tough-as-hell, but he was a good man in his heart. He’d been good to Chris, he’d been a good boss… and he’d become a good friend.

“The Alpha King?” “Yes. You didn’t know?” The chef leaned in conspiratorially. “Big shifts are coming. And with his pharmaceutical alliances, the frontrunner’s practically locked in.” I tilted my head. “And… who is that?” He beamed. “Kingston Ashford.” I choked on my water. The rest of the meal passed in a daze. Riley was obliviously enjoying his meal, but I kept glancing down at the thing encircling my wrist like it had grown teeth.

Now they run the risk of starving through the winter. "Yes. He has performed the final shift... While Alpha Rupert Kincaid tortured us it seemed he also tortured Atticus into becoming the next King," Karina says loudly and we turn to stare at her in shock. A deep red blush is stinging her cheeks as she stares at the crowd with open defiance and we realize she is defending us. She knows the pack hates us. She knows they will demand justice and she is throwing out the fact we have become King. Only someone who has survived horrible torment can become King. She is guilting them into accepting us.

Alfred never let him down where food was concerned. “Don. If I listened to you whenever you told me not to bother, you would never get anything done.” The cart halted at the bottom of the bed as the butler turned to the curtain. David’s protests couldn’t slip past his lips before the vile man ripped the pitch-black curtains back to let the sun in. Who did the man think he was to open the curtains without his permission? Like a vampire, the mafia boss released a low hiss, shielding his eyes from the bright light. Who the hell did the butler think he was to allow sunlight to breach the mafia boss's dark domain?

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

The king sighed and rubbed his temple. "When you are fully recovered, we'd be visiting Salome." The king said. "Erm, my king...I have a confession to make." Isabelle muttered and scratched the back of her neck. "What is it?" He asked keenly. "I knew the Salome that came to sing the other day wasn't the real Salome...but I was scared to tell you because of how you hated to even see me." Isabelle muttered. The king did not say anything but just rubbed his temple thoughtfully.

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

"That is an order." "You aren't the King," he snapped. My heart slammed against my ribs. "What ridiculous nonsense are you-" "This hill is the King's sanctuary!" Killian interrupted. "His father brought him here before he died and comes here every single month, yet you’re asking me how I found it!” He stepped closer, his glare turning darker. “And His Majesty has always hated cashew nuts, and yet you're standing there chewing on them like it's nothing.” In my mind, Luke mocked me with a laugh. ‘You fell for the most basic trap in the book. He caught you red-handed.'