The Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t understand the choice. The next Alpha King will be chosen, not by strength alone, but by blood and will. The council believes they will guide it, but the child decides.” I looked at the baby. His tiny hand moved, pointing deliberately. Towards Damon. Damon noticed and frowned. “What is he doing?” “The council underestimates him,” I said softly. “The child sees more than they ever will. He is the Kingmaker, Damon. Not you. Not me. Not even the council.” Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Kingmaker? He’s an infant.” “Infants can see truths adults blind themselves to,” Lucian interjected. “He is not ordinary. He will choose. That choice will shift the balance of power.”

Outside, the storm roared on, undiminished in its fury. Ember took a long, fortifying drink from the tumbler, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a gesture that was unapologetically raw, and finally allowed herself to look around his apartment properly—clean lines, functional layout, everything stocked and in its place, a reflection of control that bordered on meticulous. “You’re going to regret letting me in here, you know—disrupting your perfect order.” “I already would,” he replied calmly, “if this were a mistake in the first place.”

King Atticus and Queen Karina are long gone, but their descendants have followed in their footsteps. Thanks for reading The Omega's Stand and The Making of a King. If you would like another story in this series let me know. I do plan to step away from werewolf stories for a while. I need some fresh creativity. Love you awesome readers.

Who knew that Chloe could be an asset to my company? Alaric Deane, a man I have been trying to work with for a long time. It wasn't just me that have been trying to work with. Every company in the state - world has been trying to make a deal with this man. Aleric Deane was the kingmaker. You know the kind of men who make presidents and governors. The one whose backing they needed to make the throne, yep, that was who this man was.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

he demanded, voice barely above a whisper. "From a man named Blackwood," Diego said as he slid into the booth beside Sarah. Reynolds closed his eyes briefly. "Damien Blackwood. I should have known he'd surface again." "You know him?" Sarah asked. "Unfortunately," Reynolds confirmed. "Ex-CIA black ops director. Specialized in making problems disappear. His operations had unlimited funding and zero oversight." "And now he's running Kingmaker," Diego pressed. Reynolds glanced between them. "You two have no idea what you've stumbled into, do you?" He sighed heavily. "Kingmaker isn't an operation. It's a person."

The bond is alive between us, demanding. "Where are we going?" I ask. "The palace," Caius says. "Father will want to meet you." "The King?" "Yes." "He's going to execute me." "Probably not." Kieran's smile is back. "You're too valuable now." "What does that mean?" "It means you're bonded to three heirs to the throne," Damon says. Cold. Clinical. "Whoever you choose as mate becomes King. That makes you a kingmaker." My stomach drops. "I don't want to choose."

"What do you mean Maa saheb" She stood up from bed too. "You know how you come here, and now he made you your wife now, Don't you think he treats you a little especially than others," She said making her eyebrows in a thin line. I cursed inside thinking of that seven shitty vows and she thinks that he treats me special. Gross... Not thinking of any reply to her conversation, I thought to shut while she continued. "Abhi, The King thought to kill you that night when you kept the sword right to his neck but Raj anyhow managed to call his decision down." I looked at her, What the hell...

“This dirt floor is where you belong.” Clara, who was aggressively stomping on Keanna, calmed down slightly, catching her breath. Neil, who returned with a great injury, seemed different. Clara couldn’t believe he tossed her aside all because of one whore. He couldn’t become King without her family. She picked the best man to match with her. He’s supposed to be the King and the place beside him is hers. She couldn’t forgive Keanna for taking it from her. The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing.

contract which is not assuring. The crowds clapped as they strode to the podium while some whistled. The old Kingmaker with his twitched irritated lips climbed the podium before reading from a big book. "Today, the successor of King Rex, King Alex of Lexsborough is going to be joined with his loving mate..." At the mention of that, Alex squeezes her arm a little harder and when she looked into his eyes, they were as hard as a rock. It didn't stop her from leaning to his side and whispering into his ears.