The Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

“It’s about leverage. I need her silenced. Discredited. And if you can get me access to Alexander Beaumont’s digital profile, even better.” There was a pause. “That’ll cost you. Twice the usual.” “I’ll pay.” “And the Burnetts?” “Untouchable. But not unbreakable,” Ethan replied. “If you find a crack, I want it widened.” The voice on the other end chuckled. “Now you’re talking like your father.” Ethan froze. “Don’t compare me to him.” “Then don’t repeat his mistakes.” The line went dead. **** The man known only as Kingmaker leaned back in his leather chair and exhaled a plume of cigar smoke. He was elegant, dangerous, and had the kind of face that could slip into a crowd and vanish in a heartb

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

If not for joining the academy and meeting Zen, she would likely forge ahead on a path alone to complete her mission. However, she was not the only kingmaker present. To be precise, the three powers represented the three kingmakers. There was Johan, the terrorist representing the calamity faction who believed fear should reign over everything and the strong rule the weak freely. His candidate of choice was someone reflecting that ideal, starting from the bottom and carving a name for himself with the blood and bodies of his enemies. Felix was a cruel and tyrannical candidate the Round Table did not want.

“No, he is one of his aides. He helped assist in the attempt to overthrow the royal throne. He is one of the kingmakers.” "I see." Everything fits perfectly for some settings in a novel. Thebet has a beautiful face, with extraordinary abilities. He was definitely one of those characters who would appear in a novel frequently. The perfect type of character, and usually only owned by the female lead. And the emergence of this new character marks the opening of a new chapter in my life. “You've been banned from doing illegal things like this to newcomers, but it's still happening. Moreover, who you are messed with this time is Lord Dylan, His Majesty The King's best friend! How dare you!”

Until he was able to do that, he would put whatever he needed to put, on the line. "Do you speak the truth?" One of the kingmakers, who stood at the front line of the crowd asked, and Lancelot raised his head to speak firmly. "What kind of a king would I be, if I lied to my subjects in their faces?" The audience stilled, and Ava rose to her feet immediately, scurrying away from the center and disappearing into the crowd. "Very well then, he would be crowned king!" Another kingmaker spoke, and just like magic, the crowd which had threatened to turn against him, cheered for him once more.

Dad took in a deep sigh, sitting up properly “A beast Gabriella. A malicious beast. I’m afraid this is a part of their plan to eliminate you from the King’s game.” A beast? I still don’t know who it is. We all know that becoming the King’s shadow wasn’t something that would be so simple. There would be politicians who would want their own people next to the King and so they would do everything to eliminate people who actually have the real capabilities and many of them must’ve heard about me by now. Who wouldn’t want to sit on such an incredulous power? “Gabi?” Aiden called and I looked at him. His face was really grim as if he knew we were about to lose one of us. “Don’t you know who that m

“Diana is pregnant with my child… “ He growled threateningly, and I swear I just want wanted to skid out of the place and into my room which I considered a safe haven, but I wasn’t going to just avoid this topic. He was planning on making Diana his second Luna. My face was already in the mud, how much farther did he plan on embarrassing me? “You don’t see me getting younger these days do you Alana? I need an heir. I need someone to pass down the Alpha bloodline to.” “And you decided to make Diana birth your heir?” I asked in a careful tone like I was trying to understand what he was saying. So what was I? A freaking goddamn pencil? “Eight years Alana, and what do you have to show for it? Not

But this youngest son is different from his two older brothers. Duke Murdoch and General Accientsy serve their king faithfully, so they are favorites of King Arran. That is why many are jealous of them, especially the corrupt officials whose loyalty is divided between the two sons of the king. Regis Filius Damarion is the eldest son of King Arran. This is the only child of his first wife.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

“That’s what they call me.” I frowned. “King?” He nodded once. “Jarek King. It’s my name. But the title stuck.” I raised a brow. “Little full of yourself, don’t you think?” He sipped. “When you protect people, provide for them, bleed for them… they call you what they want.” I took a sip of whiskey. “And you let them?” He leaned closer. “I earned it.” There was no arrogance in his tone. Just fact.