The Man Who Would Be King Book Novels & Stories

“I’m not sure I even want that life anymore. I’ve found peace here, a happiness I never thought I’d have again. I’ve built a life with my family, and I don’t need a crown to validate my worth.” “That is what makes a man a great king, not desirering the throne,” I admire his resolve, even if it conflicts with my own desires. “But your people, they deserve a strong leader. I’ve spoken to them, and they’re not happy with your brother as king. They want change.”

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.

I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text. The book talked about King Alaric, Prince Keith's father who was tragically cut down in a bloody palace coup, he also lost his wife Queen Isolde during the war, and their son, Prince Keith, the rightful heir to the throne, was left... with broken legs. I stared at the book for a while as different thoughts swirled in my head, this incident had happened ten years ago.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

with a nod, he walked out of the room and the soldiers behind him followed suit. King Fabian stared at them as they left. Finally, what he has always wanted for so many years will be his tomorrow. He must make sure that King Arthur will be alive to see him crowned as the head of the 8 kingdoms of the humans. Now, no one can stop him, no one! Queen Mena did a great job and handed the strong king Arthur into a sad puppy that cannot even wear his clothes. The thought of having Mena to himself rose a satisfying arousal in him and he could feel his body shivered by the thought. Victory is finally his, now, it is time to take the domain of what rightfully belongs to him, the kingdom of Anedo and t

“Now, King Aldrich has three sons, the lucky bastard, he was blessed unlike me! He has his eldest, that of course will take over as king. Then he has his second born who would be next in line and then lastly… his third born! So, unless both of his brothers die while they’re all still young, he will remain just a prince of Ailingdale. So, I have devised a plan! To join our kingdoms, I will tempt the King by offering you in marriage to his youngest, so when I die, he can take over as king and rule as I will teach him to rule, my legacy will live on!” I gasped “But fath…. My king, I can’t be wedded to someone I’ve never met” “YOU WHAT?” he shouted over my head as he stepped closer, towering ove

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.

Until today, he noticed Jeffrey had forgotten to lock the door after their evening session and made up his mind to make use of the opportunity. Zayn's eyes scanned through the books of the forbidden section and eventually found the one he wanted. "The King who never was" He smiled as he picked the book from the shelf and had his seat on the ground with the lamp illuminating the environment. He opened the book to discover the pages were blank and gasped in shock. Zayn spent several minutes flipping from page to page until he noticed only the centre page had ink written up. The story of the 'king who never was' was written on just one page and the others were blank to discourage one who had no

I mean, I know about these in high school, but I need to learn about it right now. The book I was holding was roughly pulled away from my grip. The heck? "Let me see, ah! King Henry VIII-" He laughed as he read the book title, "-aka KING F*CK BOY!" "Hey!" I frowned as I face him, "What happened to 'I'm a gentleman'?" He grinned toothily, "I'm a ladies man." Scoffing, I grabbed my book back and closed it. "What do you want?" His eyes widened, "How did you know that I wanted something?"

"So be it then, just don't come crying to me when the kingdom gets run to the ground over some hallucination." The other voice scoffed, "I have been running this kingdom for over a hundred years, I don't need your help. And me looking for someone won't damn this kingdom, your merciless; cruelty and stubbornness will." They said with a bite, clearly ready to move on from the conversation. "I'm the merciless one? You're the one who killed off everyone who could possibly take your throne." Is this man talking to the king? Had the king really done that? Did his parents not try and stop him? "And I spared you, which I'm starting to regret."