The Never King Free Read Novels & Stories

Dear kind readers, I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end. Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

"That was the Blood God's greatest trick." The First Judge looked at him. "You remember." "Yes." The First King nodded. "He never wanted freedom." A terrible silence followed. Evelyn felt cold. "What do you mean?" The First King looked toward the throne. "Freedom was never his goal." The laughter beneath the city became louder. The final chain cracked again. One more fracture. Then another. The First King's expression became filled with horror. "His prison was the only thing keeping something else away." Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.

It wasn’t explicit. But it was intimate in a way that struck deeper than anything else could have. He had always wondered, quietly and privately, what Ember’s heat might smell like mixed with something of his. He never expected to learn the answer like this. Now that he had, he knew one thing with absolute certainty. He would never forget it. This was going to be the longest night of his life. And it had barely started.

Then my father's voice took over. "I Alpha King Jack am giving my crown to my one and only son Prince Vincent. He is now to be named as the new Alpha King of the Langston palace and across the world. He will lead the wolves to glory, he will be a great leader of all the wolves. Everyone! Let it be known to all the wolves that the new Alpha King is now Vincent Langston of the Royal pack!" His words echoed throughout the entire Kindom and then his hands removed the golden crown from his head and I held my breath as I waited for the moment that he put it on top of my head. It fitted me perfectly, the golden crown is now mine.

The king explained Alex was now more interested in the discussion and he gave the king his full attention " What file is that and how is it going to be useful for me?" He asked the king a question. The king was glad he was finally paying attention to the discussion and so he continued " The file is a document like a book. I will give you now but you must not open it till the middle of the war. The book is something very special and I'm giving you as a protection. Make sure you open it when the war is getting too much for you and you notice your life is at risk. " The king added.

Just being able to watch firsthand as Vincent received the love and respect he deserves, gave them an overflow of fulfillment, one that they would trade for anything in the world. Isadora felt projected out… with a front-row ticket to the strangest sight. What is this? Had they prepared all this within the short time of getting Felicity's messages? It was all too strange… the energy… there are actually people who adore this monster?! What's more, the same man who arrived wearing the aura of one who would slaughter anyone who crossed his path… the ruthless Don of the BlackSaints… is actively conversing with children and the common folk so patiently.

“So what’s it like being the blood slave to the king?” Nevaeh asked me as we were sitting down at the table enjoying some fresh squeezed orange juice and scrambled eggs. After my rendezvous with Nikolai this morning I was starving. Who knew that being a meal for a Vampire would leave you so damn hungry. “Umm.. I’m not really sure yet.” I answered honestly. “He’s pretty brooding and really bossy, but I guess that’s what comes with being King.”

Both women have a dazed look on their face, like they’ve just witnessed the worst event in their lives and their minds can’t quite comprehend it. ‘That’s Princess Naevys and Queen Esta. The king and prince must be dead. From the looks of it, Nylion has taken Naevys as his mate, or he intends to,’ Mere says, watching through my eyes as Nylion addresses the troupe. “I am your king now. You will accept that and kneel before me, or you will face the fate that your previous king and prince faced, a trial by dragon. It didn’t work out so well for them. Now, kneel before your king,” he says pompously. “You too, darling,” he says to Naevys, yanking her to the floor by the arm.

Neem As promised, my duties resume today. The king beckons for me and I go to him, keeping the smile pasted on my face. I kneel in front of him and he lowers his lips to my shoulder. I don’t make a sound when his teeth punctures my skin, deeper than he usually goes, and he gulps my blood. I bear it because I had days without this, thanks to the prince and this is as close to starving as the king gets.