The Man Who Would Be King Book Novels & Stories

It forced images into my mind that I didn’t want to think about. I breathed a sigh of relief the second he let go. He started the search for the book again while I read more about the old king. He was nothing like our history books described him as. According to the book I hold in my hand, the old king was once a good man. He was kind and loving.

I added, and he nodded slowly. “That’s right.” He uttered sadly. “Let’s change the topic. Will I be able to find books related to politics and royalty in the library?” I asked. “Yes, of course. It’s a library. There’s a particular book titled ‘How to be a Successful King’. I think it’s Lucian’s favorite.” He answered, and I raised my eyebrows. “So he gets it from a book?” “Well, he’s naturally intelligent, so the book doesn’t do as much as you think it does.” He told me.

He wanted to snatch the most precious person in my life. No way, never can, and I never will let that happen. Now I’m back, and I will let him know who the real king is. A person like me who can destroy him or a person like him who only knows how to steal from someone else – I will show him who the real man is. Now he will know that this city’s real king is back. Edited...

"My great grand father's father came here as his father assigned this Palace to him as successor. He won a lot more kingdoms in his great life. He was such a Great King and best known for his brain tactics. People used to say that he was so sharp in Politics" I was listening to him as his lips were moving beautifully when he was telling me about his grandfather. My heart beats settled and calmed down as we talked a little. We were lying together and his body warm was soothing me as the weather was slightly chilly at night. I didn't know what I needed to predict or imagine this night and then suddenly I felt his light movement as he held my hand. I looked at him as he started playing with my

But later, when she was sleeping, he would steal it and have a look at him. He wiped his eyes again and looked back at the book. And for the nth time, he read through it again. 'Hello diary, I am glad that I am here today. I met the best man in my life. I was about to give up with life, but he has made me live once again. He is nice, handsome man, everyone's dream. And you know what? He is the son of the king of werewolves, he will soon be the king. His best wish is to remain the king, to guard what that has been for his family. He values this a lot. And, he is a great leader too. I want to do everything to make sure he achieves that.

Finally, I looked up. His expression had darkened. Not angry. Protective. Dangerously protective. "The mate bond." It wasn't a question. I nodded. A muscle flexed in his jaw. For a brief moment, something ancient flashed behind his silver eyes. Something powerful. The king. The wolf. The man who could bring entire territories to heel. Then it disappeared. Hidden once more beneath calm control. "Do you want to talk about it?" The offer was gentle. I shook my head. "No."

They deserve nothing but blood and death. "The King has given an order. W.O.L.F works for the King. We will not be halted," a male voice says, and we look at the blacked out W.O.L.F agent. "I understand. I am just wondering if Atticus will regret this order later. He is extremely upset right now and is giving his first order as our new King," Logan says, and we twitch a little.

A prophecy that foretold the gruesome conspiracy to end the life of the greatest king of the earth. All I want from you is a little aid, a little enlightenment, a little fortitude, and caliber to complete my work. Hope you will provide me countenance and tutelage to undertake the long tedious journey of the past. Yours Sincerely Saheli

“Move—” Before We Begin A quick note about the werewolves in this story. If you came here expecting strict pack laws, ancient alpha traditions, and characters who behave exactly the way folklore says they should… You may be in the wrong forest. The wolves in this world follow instinct more than tradition. They make questionable decisions. They break rules that probably existed for good reasons. And occasionally they create problems that absolutely no one planned for. So if you catch yourself thinking, “A werewolf would never do that.”

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.