The Last King Series Novels & Stories

“This—this is—” “The last battle,” the king finished for him. “The moment the cycle was sealed.” Elior watched as the past played out before him. The First King struck down his final opponent, driving the Veilblade deep into the earth. A crack split the sky. Shadows erupted, consuming the battlefield in an endless tide of darkness. The First King turned back to Elior. “I thought I could control it. I thought I could wield its power and still be free. I was wrong.”

I look around the room, looking for signs that I was being watched. ‘He wants the King dead.’ I link him. There was no other way to say it. I just had to tell him the cold, hard truth. But I also didn't want Amanda listening. He frowns and taps his temple ‘The King is dead. He had Colt killed.’ I shake my head. ‘Not King Colt. Aiden. Aiden is the King now. He wants Aiden dead. He wants the bloodline of the King to end and that ends with Aiden.’

“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

I say softly, reaching for the chains, but the King stops me with a gentle hand on my arm. “Ryker,” he whispers, his voice weak but steady. “You’ve done well. Azura…she’s in good hands with you. But there’s one last thing I must do before we leave.” I frown, unsure of what he means, but the King’s eyes are focused, his mind sharp despite his physical state. “Bring George’s body to me,” he instructs, his tone leaving no room for argument. Nolan and I exchange a glance, but we obey. Nolan grabs his father’s lifeless body and drags it to the King’s feet. The Alpha King closes his eyes and begins to chant softly, the ancient words of a spell that I don’t recognize.

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.

Nathan looked back at his father. “Father, I’m here, eat something.” The master cleared his throat and approached, giving Nathan the glass with the infusion. “He wants to see your bastard brother, Your Highness,” the master told him. Nathan took the glass of metal with one hand while the other was still close to the king's. “I believe that in these last moments, he wants to see the people he loved most, besides you, of course.” “The last time, he didn’t even recognize me.” Nathan sighed and approached the glass to the king’s lips, almost forcing him to drink the contents.

I don't want to pull away from her, but I know that I must try. I quietly close the door before heading down the hall into the tech room, checking if any new messages have come through. Stan sends me a message from the Fire pit. It seems the Vampire King has sent his people to watch over them. No doubt, waiting for me to come back, I clench my fist as I reply with another coded message. Letting him know to stay put, at least for the time being. Let the King watch all he wants. I will not be turning up there; I will take myself to him when he least expects it. King Areon is mine; Stan and the boys from the Pit can deal with the King's army that is waiting there; I know that they are more than

No matter which world, that is deemed to be a Cardinal truth. His lessons mainly centered around the details of the past kings as well as the diverse important events. "One of the laws of the kingdoms is that all crown princes or crown princesses must wear a name related to a star or a planet. His majesty Jupiter was the first king. After him were Pluto, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and finally his majesty Mars, the eighth king." Sol listened to the information attentively. After all, this information revealed something incredible.

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.”

"Sir, are you sure you want to hear it here? It's about—" "Spit it out!" Mitch barked. Fel jumped. The princess gasped. The Torus guy tensed. The assistants scribbled more notes in their notepad. "The King has succumbed to his injuries, sir," the man blurted out.