The Lazy King Novels & Stories

His brother, Jethro, follows a pace behind him, his arms crossed over his chest. “Your Majesty,” I stammer, my face heating up. I press my palms against the seat of the chair, trying to force myself to stand. “I am sorry. My foot - ” “Do not move, girl,” the King interrupts. He walks over, his heavy gold rings catching the light. “We ran into Luka near the kitchens. He claimed he was on his way to boil water and toast scones.” Jethro lets out a loud, barking laugh, shaking his head. “The great warrior Luka, playing the maid. I never thought I would see the day.”

"You have to keep your promise. Or else I'll have to show you more of my potions." He irritatedly scoffed. "What are you, an assassin or a witch?" "Keep your promise. Maybe I'll take you to my King if you do." "Your King," he repeated and snidely chuckled. "I'm a King, too." "Are you?" Alessia raised her brows. "Because right now you look powerless and defeated. What kind of King are you?" With his eyes shut, he mumbled weakly, "A King with no Kingdom..." --

Lyle prowled around, shaking his head and letting out a pleased chuckle. “I couldn’t be happier with you, Klaus. Look at your woman. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be trapped in that cursed magic, unable to leave the wolf den, unable to find my enemies.” Lyle leaped off the bed, his thick tail brushing across the king’s face, leaving deep scratches on his old, frail skin. Suddenly, the king’s withered eyes snapped open, dull and clouded. “Cold! I’m so cold!” The king’s raspy voice echoed as he pushed aside the heavy blankets with his skeletal hands. He didn’t seem to notice anyone else in the room. Sniffing the air, he leaned over the dead maid’s neck, growling in dissatisfaction.

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Instead, the former king studied me carefully. Evaluating. Assessing. Looking for damage. Finally, he nodded. "You look thin." I blinked. That wasn't what I'd expected. At all. The older king frowned. "Have you been eating properly?" I stared. Then laughed again. A real laugh this time. The tension shattered instantly. Elias looked satisfied. "Good." Apparently his inspection was complete. Then chaos arrived. Lyra launched herself at me. Literally. I barely managed to catch her.

announced the Prince, "I wish to inform you that I have taken a new captive." "You're only here to tell me not to touch her, Laz. There was hardly any need for so much fanfare!" The King had a hearty, boisterous manner; which spoke by type of a love of rich foods and grand parties. "You know full well there was every need. You don't keep your promises unless there are witnesses." Despite the breeziness in his voice, Lazuren flashed an uncharacteristically nervous smile. "Such jabs at my trustworthiness! Care you nothing for my reputation, lad?" was the King's response, before he collapsed into roaring laughter. The demons sat nearest him laughed too. It was a crass guffaw that I knew well fr

she answered, teasing him. The man in front of her seemed taken aback by her teasing but quickly fixed his countenance. “Why would I fall in love with a violent, unladylike, and arrogant woman?” He said while uncontrollably laughing. “You adapted the insults of the nobles for me!” she said with annoyance, but Keane just laughed at her. **** Behind the trees was the King, listening to their conversation. His face was dark as he was clutching his fists.

he continues, "I present my son, Vladimir Alekseev, the youngest Kuzmin to reach princedom—the new King of the Gray Fields Kingdom!" Cheers and applause erupt. Vladimir steps onto the platform, dressed like his father. His midnight blue hair frames his face, and his eyes hold a mysterious depth. When his gaze meets mine, my heart flutters. I had no idea the lycan who helped me earlier was their new king.

His attention waned as the conversation continued, particularly when the topic turned to his cherished love. "Her incapacity to fulfill the duties and responsibilities befitting a queen is evident. We must permit our King to take concubines or wives!" Those words were uttered by Marquess Kriza Cartagenas. The courtiers were oblivious to the subtle nuances of the king's countenance. Gritting his teeth, he engaged in a heated argument with them. Unbeknownst to them, they were inadvertently vexing the sovereign.