The King's Novels & Stories

The regal figure gestured for him to enter, and together they walked into the chamber, the air thick with anticipation. Beta Kristen stood tall, his gaze fixed upon the king, waiting with bated breath for the reason behind his summoning. The king sighed, his excitement palpable, yet a hint of trepidation lurking beneath his composed exterior. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but laden with the weight of importance.

When he saw her in the courtyard, the light in her eyes outshone the stench of smoke and death still clinging to his skin. "We held them at bay, my queen," Alexei breathed, touching his forehead reverently to hers. "Your courage was my sword and shield when all seemed darkness." Katrina framed his battered face gently. "The people know they have a true king who fights for them relentlessly. Lead them now towards the dawn." Together they turned to tend the many wounds left by this brutal clash - rebuild homes, restore trust, and honor the sacrifices made. Though much work lay ahead, Alexei's kingdom had proven its resilient spirit. Healed slowly it would be, but the future remained hopeful.

I would not G****e it, but Kelsey laughs, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t put it past him. The King treats his subjects like their commodities, completely replaceable. He’s the youngest King ever, and you don’t get to be King in your twenties without a trial of blood behind you.” Kelsey points her ladle at us in warning, “So watch ya’ step, or the King will gut ya’ like a fish!” “Or hang your head above his fireplace, I heard the king loves a trophy, and a pretty head like yours would be perfect.” Toni swats at my hair and Dawn pushes him back to his station.

“You’ve been with many women, but this one? You act like she’s something special.” The King’s voice was cold, almost dismissive. “I’m not different, hell this is different. I have never gotten someone pregnant before so you understand what that means? I’m just worried about the baby.” Josh scoffed. “She’s just a weak maid. What’s the big deal? You’re the King, you can have anyone you want, you can have thousands of babies if you want but you acting like a fool because you care about Kayla” The King’s response was sharp, his voice echoing off the walls. “I don’t care about her. She’s just fun, a distraction. What’s important is the baby.”

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

His choice. I forced my chin up. The crown at my temple felt heavier than usual. My heartbeat was a secret I tried to bury beneath the music. At the far end of the hall, upon the high dais, he sat. Kael. The King. Every inch of him looked carved in shadow and gold. He wore no crown tonight, only a simple black tunic trimmed in crimson, the fabric drawn tight across his chest. His gaze found mine before I had even reached the second pillar. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

“But I am damn happy to see your ugly face.” “I’ll remind you that you said that the next time you give me grief.” King’s tone was light, but his face was pure rage. “So I guess I’m your white knight and savior, huh?” “Bah, dream on,” Mac huffed. “I had it all under control, Kingston.” “Yeah, it sure looked that way from where I was standing,” King said dryly.

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.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

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!"