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“Three protectors. Three kings for one queen, beautiful. Who wouldn’t want that kind of throne?” But even as I looked at them, doubt crept in. Was I choosing them, or just running from a life built on lies? “Walk into Viktor’s trap, or stay here?” “Stay,” I said, the word heavy with choice. “But what happens now?” “You face the club,” Ronan said, gesturing toward the sound of rough voices echoing deeper in the compound. “Full membership decides on… unusual situations.” “And I’m unusual.” “Princess,” Maddox grinned, “you’re the most unusual situation we’ve seen in years.”

the king’s eyes widened as he looked at his daughter who was now standing confident in front of him. “No, it is you who has never had any limits, you were planning to send me as a bride to Prince Caspian, your plan was to fake the abortion and blame me for it, exile me and send me as a bride to that bloody excuse of a prince” Kiara’s words stabbed me in the gut “you have always wanted me to marry him, seeing as I was the only one keeping King Darius from killing you and having your throne”

How hard would it have been for everyone to just hate me and not want me? Everyone's eyes went to the direction of the voice and unfortunately for me, it was another Alpha that everyone referred to as the devil king, Alpha of the most powerful pack through out the clan, the Alpha king himself, Alpha King Derek. "She'll cost you 150 gold pieces." Xavier splattered thrown into a slight shock that someone was willing to buy me but hold up, he said I'm worthless. Should 150 pieces of gold not to be too much a price for someone worthless. Now that made me hope that the Alpha King would change his mind but as always, my hopes were crashed.

the man taunted. "If I find out you're behind this incident, I will not hesitate to take action myself!" Kurt's tone was dangerous, and the man wouldn't lie, he nearly felt shaken. "What are you even doing here?" he demanded. Erik looked at him coldly, his black suit looking impeccable, and with a smirk, he spoke. "It's a strong seal you and your brothers have built, lucky for The Kingmaker, but you, Mr. Kurt, you cannot use me and discard me as you have done to your many lovers in the past... You cannot easily get rid of me, do you understand!"

His normally gentle demeanor had been replaced by something harder, more commanding—a glimpse of whoever he'd been before their exile. "Dad, he's hurt. I can help—" "I said step away." The Alpha command in his voice forced her to obey before she could think to resist. She scrambled backward, her healing light fading as the distance between her and Jake increased. Jake took one look at Prospero and his entire body went rigid with shock and recognition. "Holy shit," he breathed. "You're him. You're the Exile." Miranda's blood turned to ice. "The what?" "The Kingmaker. The Alpha who could command loyalty from any pack." Jake struggled to sit up, his healed shoulder apparently forgotten. "Prospe

He asked with a raised eyebrow, I mean it wouldn’t surprise me if the King had the biggest library with almost every book that you can think of having. “Us as a community do not know much about our King, we know his name and the look they enjoy displaying but deep down, we have no idea what truly happens behind those high walls and what he plans to do. It is clear from the memory which you hold from when he visited your parents, he does not like being told no, his possessive entitlement may not stop there. I wouldn’t be surpsied if he was more power hungry, having such an apprentice beside him ensuring that no harm was to become of him during whatever battles he plans, he would be unstoppabl

He hadn't been on a comfortable bed for so long, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep. Almost three years ago, they went to war because of the revolutionists waging conflict. They knew that the former King's condition was becoming worse, and they wanted to take advantage of that. Then just a month after that, the former King died. The war with the revolutionists had intensified. Alaric became King. Keane felt that he had to do everything he can to lead the Knights to victory. Triumph would be the best gift for his newly crowned cousin, he thought. The news of his cousin's wedding reached him when he was in the war. He was genuinely shocked that Alaric didn't marry Jestina. The three of the

Assassinating several people and royalty of all ages and genders, becoming feared amongst people. I've even overheard mothers making warning bedtime stories about me, I found it amusing. To think I used to want them as a small child. I was sent here at 16 after all... I remember one night in particular. It was one of my first missions. I had just killed Regatul dragonilor's King's beloved dragon. They're sacred to them in fact the name is Romanian for "Kingdom of dragons." Afterward, I was forced to kill the king's wife and children, instructed to leave him with no real riches.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

The executive wing was usually silent after midnight, its occupants gone to private dinners and guarded homes. The door stood ajar, light spilling into the corridor like a warning. He should have turned away. He always turned away. Survival depended on it. But a voice cut through the air low, lethal, vibrating with fury. “I built you,” the man snarled. “I buried your enemies. I erased your mistakes. And you dare…” Something crashed. A chair, maybe. Or a body. Charlie’s heart slammed against his ribs. His instincts screamed retreat. He took one step back, the wheels of his cart squeaking traitorously against the marble.