The Last King Series Novels & Stories

And the broken crown. I stared at the final symbol. “Father.” Alaric didn’t answer. “Who is the last king?” His eyes remained fixed on the tree. “The first king.” My stomach tightened. “The first Alpha King?” “No.” His voice became quieter. “The king who ruled before the werewolf kingdoms were divided.” Cassian stepped closer. “What was his name?” Alaric looked at him. “King Malachi.” Cassian frowned. “That name doesn’t exist in our records.”

*"I wish to observe the child longer." > Cassius looked horrified, stepping backward. "You... you're hesitating?" ### The Final Question The Last King remained silent. For the first time in ten thousand years, someone had challenged his core beliefs—not with massive armies, not with cosmic magic, and not with violence, but with pure, unyielding kindness. And he didn't know what to do with it. Then, Aiden stepped forward. He ignored everyone shouting his name, ignored Seraphina trying to hold him back, and ignored Killian reaching out to grab his shoulder. He walked straight into the clearing, standing directly beneath the enormous, ancient eye.

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.

“Draven Varyn. That’s what you were doing when you vanished. You didn’t go to work, you went to plant a coup in a room I wasn’t allowed to know existed, and then you came home and let me tell you you looked beautiful when you smiled. Do you hear how fucked that is?” “I understand exactly what it is.” His voice stayed low and it still filled the kitchen. “I am the last of that line, the council knows now, the kings are failing, and I gathered them to say so. That part is true. The part on the phone is what keeps you off their list.”

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

Inside, a silver mist swirled violently. "Truth is not inventory, Elara. It is the anchor of the world." "Truth is a debt that hasn't been paid," she muttered, marking a page in her book. "Speaking of debts, the shipment from Oakhaven arrived this morning. King Aldren’s final breath. It’s the prize of the century, and you’re brooding over a poet." Korth’s eyes sharpened. King Aldren. The man had ruled the largest kingdom in the valley for fifty years. His death was supposed to be peaceful, a quiet passing in his sleep. His Last Word would be the final seal on a long, stable legacy.

“Does anything else stand out?” Valerian leaned back and crossed his arms. “Can we skip the guessing game, bro? Just spit it out. You’re gonna tell us either way.” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose as a headache started throbbing. “You guys remember the old stories about Edemas? The ones we heard as kids?” They exchanged glances. Atlas leaned forward. “The last werewolf king? Yeah. Why?” “I think Lyanna is his last living descendant.” “Bullshit,” Rowan said, jaw dropping.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.