The Last King Series Novels & Stories

~Akara I stare up at the manor, wishing the ground would swallow me up. It feels wrong, being back here. My last memory of this place was me and Tai fleeing when Vaia and the rebels had taken control of it. Now Tai is King again, and my reason for being here is even more ominous than the first time, when Marek and I arrived in that carriage, having no idea what was ahead of us. What remains the same, is the unpredictable King we are going to be forced to face. All I know is my goal is for both Marek and I to leave this property alive, and with no intention to ever return again.

The king stood up from his seat and strolled to the window behind his desk. "I don't know why this is hard for you to decipher, but it's pretty easy for me to understand." The king started, his voice grave. "You are so focused on the war, on Elena, that you failed to acknowledge the last part of the dream. Perhaps just like me, you do not wish to see that man living happily with your sister, my daughter, and that was why your ability to decipher the dream was stunted. But I can get the whole gist of it." The king said, turning around to face him. "The king of Pres would die in battle."

They were both silent during the walk , but finally getting to the King's chambers, they found him in the room with Princess Kaylan- his third bride and they both seemed to be having a heated conversation. "I'm extremely worried, My King!" Kaylan said, the panic echoing in her voice. "Not only am I worried about my maid's safety, but I'm also worried about the hidden people's plan. Anna had told me they were talking about killing the girl, and I'm afraid they might be so close to achieving that plan, My King!" Roseline and Martha were confused. What girl were they talking about? "Guards!" King Lincoln called and the door opened immediately, revealing two guards.

The First King looked at me. “He is better.” The silver King's expression hardened. “You will not touch him.” The First King raised his sword. “Then die again.” They collided. The impact sent a wave of power across the kingdom. I shielded Lyra with my body. The ground cracked beneath us. The two Kings moved faster than my eyes could follow. Silver. Black. Light. Darkness. Their swords collided again. The First King drove the silver King backward. “You always were weaker than me.” The silver King wiped blood from his mouth.

He simply reached out, his pale index finger lightly brushing the edge of her scorched uniform collar, before drawing his hand back into the folds of his sleeve. "You think you are here because of the dead," Alaric said, his eyes shifting for a fraction of a second toward Cassian, who stood perfectly still behind him. "You think you are here because of an inheritance, or a pack title, or a border line. You think this kingdom is a game of pieces moved across a map. Well... the dead no longer interest me," he paused as if taking in everything he had said, The future does." The King turned his back on them, walking toward the massive sheets of black glass to look out over the misty valley. The

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.

his face was distasteful towards me. Taking my left foot, I placed it on my toes and bent my knees till my height met the floor. A proud growl escaped from either side, “The council's choice for a King and Queen, it is our greatest pleasure to introduce the young King Irvan Arkitisk, the last of his clan. With this union, the bloodline ties into one clan.” Waiting on Ivan was proving to be difficult as he made me stay in this pose, yet behind me, Beta Ben spoke, “Young Irvan.”

Sawyer limped out of the Palace, with his blood dripping all over the floor. The courtroom was silent again. No one spoke, and the King kept fuming. “If anyone wants to leave, this is your last window. Leave now, or you stay!” He growled. No one dared to leave. Sawyer was the last person who could stand up against the King, and now he was gone. He had left everyone to their fate, and I might just be the only possible fighter left. Although, I'm supposed to be the sacrificial lamb in case things go wrong for the South.

he says with his brows scrunched together and I correct him. “No you’re the last soul of the last king alpha” his head snaps to me “You didn’t know that” she shakes his head no and I go into explaining how he’s the last standing king alpha reincarnated and the twins are the only set of twins born and will also become king alphas when the become of age and each one will get one of the four corners.

“You dare accuse me of treachery? You think I’d risk my own warriors’ lives, tear my pack apart, and risk the wrath of the kingdom just to sit on a chair?” “You’ve always been ambitious,” Merek shot back. I stepped forward, fury flashing through me, but Venus gripped my arm. Her touch steadied me. I snapped my fingers at one of my guards. “Bring it.” The guard pulled out a small recording device. “We caught the King’s last words,” he said, pressing play.