The Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

“Are you trying to get killed, Boy?” “Oh, I’m no Boy.” He stepped before Danbury with a grin. And I don’t appreciate being called one. Barker, his primary attendant, sucked in a whoosh of air behind Danbury and lunged to the far side of the carriage. Good. He knows me. “What?” Danbury tossed him a skeptical look. “That’s the King of Assassins!” “Who?” “The King of the Assassins.” “Oh?” Danbury ran a hand through black hair, tousling it. “Have you come to kill me, Boy?”

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

He knew that once he is crowned all the kingdom with be under his command,they must obey every of his command. "With the power as a king maker ,hereby declare and crown Kyle Wilson as the first emperor of the Tryus kingdom"the king maker said and placed the crown on his head and the Sceptre in his hand. He rose up on his feet and sat down the throne with a proud expression with an empty throne beside it. The Persia king, his officials and other Kingdoms who hate him and see him as a threat who were present there are gazing at him with hatred which he returns with a smirk on his face.

the king said, returning the mace on the board. The advisor's eyes were on the mace. It was master crafted. “I trust your wisdom, sire.” the advisor left. Near the mace the illustrated book stood. “He truly did it. The painter wasn't lying when he said, that he can do it. I just need to find a romance writer.” the king said as he left the room.

“Whatever you would like to do, and you think it is best is what you should do.” Taking a steadying breath, I open the letter and begin reading: “Dear Lawler, It looks like you finally became King, and you had enough brains to find this room. I hope you do not fail the Kingdom; it doesn’t deserve that fate. This room will help you succeed if you decide to utilize it. Look on the bookshelf. Do you see all of those books? Those books contain important information from every King. Every King left notes on how to succeed and make the Kingdom great, and it is your Kingdom to lose if you do not read them.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

It can be concluded that the citizens of the Raven kingdom were living a happy and prosperous life. As the Raven kingdom was ruled by the Kainz, the name of the king was Raleigh Kainz. As the citizens were living a happy life, they were supposed to be warm to their king too but they feared their king. King Raleigh was the most ruthless king they ever had. He always had a poker face and they would never know when they had offended their king. But also none could deny that king Raleigh was the most handsome and most powerful king they ever had. King Raleigh had piercing steel-grey eyes which made everyone fall on their knees if they stared at him. His raven hair with an undercut made him even

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."