The King Returns Novels & Stories

I ambled towards the bed. He glanced away from me and back at his phone when I climbed on the bed. “I didn’t even take as much of a glance as I’d have wanted.” He winked. “So you want to see?” I batted my eyelashes. “You want to show me?” He tilted his head in question. “Just picture what you saw and paint it!” I grabbed his phone and quickly ran out of the house and into his compound. I ran to the back of the house and sat against the wall breathing heavily.

The Queen Mother knelt beside him. "It isn't." Her voice softened. "But sometimes protecting people means letting others fight for you." Aiden didn't look convinced. But he nodded. Reluctantly. Outside, another roar split the night. The palace shook harder than ever. Time was running out. Killian turned toward the door. His golden eyes burned with determination. The Alpha King had returned. His kingdom was under attack. And for the first time in years, he wasn't facing it alone. As they stepped into the corridor together, none of them noticed the figure watching from the shadows above.

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.

A silver blade appeared from inside the door. Its point aimed at Raiken’s chest. The voice spoke again. ONE KING LEAVES. Raiken turned his head toward me. The bond opened completely. Fear. Love. Resolve. Then he released my hand. He stepped through the Door of Kings with the false king still attached to him. The seal slammed shut. His presence vanished from the bond. Across the black surface, one final line appeared. THE QUEEN MUST CHOOSE WHICH KING RETURNS.

Seeing the guards alone was enough to awaken the part of me that I thought wasn’t scared anymore. And like an anchor in the middle of chaos, Jordan’s hand found mine. I reminded myself that he was only doing it for show, but I couldn’t say the same for my body. My body relaxed almost immediately. “Your Majesty…” One of them finally said, every bit of colour on his face dried up completely, “You’re not dead?” “Inform my brother that I’m alive.” And if I thought his voice was authoritative back in the forest, then it was ten times higher. “Tell him the king has returned.”

We pick up the pace, never been happier that my plan worked. "Welcome princes!" I greet Queen Loren, behind her came King Joseph. "What are you doing here?" he asked very annoyed and that confused us. "Father, we have received news... King Roberts is up to something" The prince answered and at that moment everything went dark, I wanted him not to treat the land for a moment. Oh Lord! "What news?" my father asked behind us and fear filled me... I looked at Christopher who turned pale just like Silvio. "Hello father! We heard about a revolt in his kingdom." I answered, his gaze was like two blades, I couldn't figure out what he's up to.

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

she whispered, a faint smile curving her lips. It undid him. His eyes stung, hot with traitorous tears. He turned quickly, pressing his lips into a hard line, willing his face into composure. You’re her guard. Not her boyhood admirer. Not that foolish child at the palace gates. “Then… if you don’t mind, we should return,” he managed, his voice steadier than he felt. The sun would soon break. The king would be demanding answers. “I’ll carry you on my back.”

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is to see what he sends you." Skye looked down. "I-I didn't know about the gift, and I have nothing to offer him." The king laughed softly. "He knows it. He doesn’t care about getting a gift from you. He only wants you to accept his gift, and wear it tomorrow, on your wedding day. Just that." The king explained, and opened the wooden box, revealing the inside. "For giving you the gift means that he came back. It's here in the castle." The king nodded. “Yes, he's been back since this morning. Your gift was the reason he left."