The Man Who Would Be King Book Novels & Stories

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

“When a discarded soldier kills a king, he inherits his war. The throne didn't dissapper. It just shifted. His brothers tried to save him—not from enemies, but from *power*. They feared what he could become. But the switch had already flipped. The blood already spilled.” I listened, transfixed by the bitterness in his voice. It wasn't a story—it was confession carved in steel. “He didn’t choose the mafia. But that path doesn’t ask for your consent. It claims you. Binds you. Builds you. The man who was once overlooked became something darker. Greater. Feared.” He took a breath. “He eliminated the king. And in doing so… became one.” His voice softened at the end—but it felt more dangerous that

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

"We went through all the details didn't we ?" " Yes s...sir"stuttered the young man who was sweating profusely. As he tried to keep up with the king's pace,he adjusted his collar for air. The king was angry and he would do anything at this point to satisfy the rage he felt even if it meant ordering for the head of one of those around him. The question was,whose head was going to roll? "I thought that you were a smart person. How could everything go wrong? Turning to face them abruptly with blood shot red eyes,he asked " who is the enemy in out midst?

, the man said and his voice turned huskier and the way his dark eyes lingered on her, flipped her heart. The rough men exchanged nervous glances again as they were clearly unsure how to respond to this shift in focus. The man who was standing close to the girl they abducted only because she witnessed their boss killing a few people mercilessly was their - The King, Their ruler. Zafira felt the weight of their eyes on her but couldn't shake the feeling that this man might be her best chance at survival. Zafira stood her ground confidently as she faced the man who had kidnapped her. She sensed a deeper story hidden behind his intense gaze.

Ruby froze. She’d heard stories. Of the man who didn’t attend galas but bought the bloodlines of kings. Of the tycoon whose fortune was made not in boardrooms but in battlefields, in claiming land and power like a conquering warlord. They called him the Beast King. Others whispered he wasn’t quite a man at all. Now, he was real. Real and watching her. She tried to step backward, but her foot caught in a root. She stumbled, fell to one knee. “I—I’m not here to steal, I swear.”

Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck. Chapter 1: The Royal Claim King Torvald lounged on his massive obsidian throne, one leg draped over the armrest, as the heavy doors of the great hall swung open and his returning war party dragged in their latest prizes. At thirty eight, Torvald was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered, thick with muscle from years of conquest, his dark hair streaked with silver and his body marked by scars that only made him more imposing. His cock, already half-hard beneath his crimson robes, twitched at the sight of the newest captive: a towering barbarian warrior captured from the northern tri

Certain. This might be the craziest decision I've ever made. But it feels right. The King dies at dawn. We're all there. Watching as he takes his last breath. "I'm sorry," he says to me at the end. "For your pack. For everything." Then he's gone. The guards look at me. Waiting. "I choose Caius Thorne as King," I say clearly. "And I claim Damon and Kieran as my bonded princes. All three stay. All three rule."