The King Of Salt Novels & Stories

“Your soldiers matter more to you than a… simple slave girl. Surely you know that, Your Majesty.” I furiously nodded to her words, expecting the king to come to his senses, but he kept staring at the soldiers like he was internally making a serious decision and we were background noise. Who am I deceiving? He’s the infamous hybrid king. He won’t even feel remorse after he’s done. “Karl,” I whispered, unaware of how shaky, broken, and scared my voice was, but to my surprise, his eyes snapped to mine. “Cassia?” He held my cheeks in his palms. “Why are you crying? Does your back hurt that much?” I hadn’t realized I was until he pointed it out.

No way! I mean, he is a prince! Not only that, he is the prince of Saltueresa, the enemy of our kingdom! Our country! "Father agreed? Does the other party know about this?! This can lead to war!" He smiled again. "Princess, the Kingdon Saltueresa agreed with their prince. It's safer for the both of you if your identities are hidden." Safer my ass! If they really want me out of danger, shouldn't they let me live a normal life?!

The room falls silent again, broken only by the soft click of her jewelry and the faint tapping of my thumb against my screen. Kristian is opening K.Y. Grande tonight—his newest luxury club and the most anticipated grand opening of the year. Half the city's elite will be there, and everyone would actually expect to see the same thing—the Dunes Boss, arriving with his fiancée on his arm. Instead, I've chosen Rosella, though I still can't explain why. I slip my phone back into my pocket, hoping Zee has already delivered my orders to Rosella. By now, she should be half ready.

Probably his mother. Or perhaps.. the little boy inside him who had been abandoned long before he became the Campus King. Minutes later...He slowly loosened his arms ,Still asleep. Nyra gently guided him back toward their room. He obeyed without resistance, as she tucked the blanket over him, she whispered softly, "You carry too much alone, Lazy Jerk." He never heard her. ****** Morning arrived with the smell of freshly baked bread Nyra yawned as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Kaizen looked unusually refreshed. She narrowed her eyes.

"Kael will burn this spire to the ground." Nazim laughed, a wet, rattling sound. "Kael is currently watching his pack turn into a salt lick. The scarlet feather I left him is a seed. By the time he reaches the tree line, he won't have a pack left to lead. He’ll be a King of nothing." I looked at the Fortress of Salt. The crystalline walls seemed to pulse with a low, thrumming light. The black smoke around my wrist jerked toward the gates, more insistent than ever.

he pointed towards me, Anton scoffed "And how's that going for you?" He smiled knowingly, Mali just shook his head "I was told she killed you" he combed a hand through his hair looking a little embarrassed, Anton looked at me in amazement I just shrugged "By...... him?" Anton asked, he tried to say the name of 'him' but couldn't, Mali just nodded "I wish we could figure out who he is" I thought out loud "Well, lucky for you, I know who he is" Dylan's excitement was contagious, my smile grew "his name is king Jonah, king of the American Kingdom" I was confused

I'd like to know "I pushed him while holding his stare with a scorching heat and seductively encircling his arm. "He is allegedly a hybrid of a monster and a god. For years, he dominated this country "He told me. Now I was interested. Is it true that I wondered who the individual could be to Lucian? Lucian would have probably defeated him if he were the current king. I was eager to learn more, but the King's expression changed abruptly to one of hesitation. I enquired, "What happened to him?" Now that the cat was out of the bag. I was curious. I was curious to learn more. Was this the reason Lucian didn't want me to approach the river in any way?

The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my thick and curvy physique. Placing two meticulously crafted cocktails before me, she grins, her eyes widening in realization. A sheepish admission follows – she forgot her purse. Once again, I find myself left alone in a crowd, a surge of nervousness enveloping me. Sipping on my cocktail, the liquid infusion prompts a welcomed relaxation. My gaze sweeps across the vibrant expanse of the club, and amidst the pulsating lights, a pair of eyes captures my attention – the King's. A flutter of anxiety courses through me as I watch him lick his lips and discreetly instruct a guard, pointing in my direction. I try to convi

King Philip, the king of Gordon groaned as he stared at Danika so lustfully, Danika shrank closer to Lucien. "I was about to say the same thing. She looks so beautiful..." King Moreh, the king of Ijipt grunted beside him. Both kings are in their late forties, and just staring at Danika, they started spotting an erection which they didn't even try to hide. Danika bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop the stare. One of the Kings stood up, the third king was named King George. "Privileged people of England! We have gathered here today for the Introduction of the slave of the King Of Salem!"

“With fruit and shit.” “Yeah?” Mac knew good and well that Aidan didn’t have anything like that behind the bar, but then again, the chances of Sarah collecting on the bet were nil. “Sounds good. Go ahead, guys. Let’s get this show on the road.” “Ladies first,” the huge man said to her. “Go on, darlin’. Give it your best shot.” He looked her up and down. “I’m King, by the way.” “Sarah.” “Yeah, I know. Aidan told me you accepted a challenge from Jax, and I had to come and see this for myself.”