The Never King Novels & Stories

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

But there is a chance none of them are on my side. "As you all know, rebels took control of this Territory, however my sister has been taken into custody, and I have taken over reign again as the rightful King," Tai explains, unintentionally sounding boastful to the point I could roll my eyes. Again, everyone remains still, unconvinced. "I understand a lot of you are angry for what happened, and Vaia will be executed publicly as a result," he continues.

, I wouldn’t hate for Calisto to finally kill me by simply telling me that everything would be okay, but that would never happen. "No... King..." I dropped the words like a child who learns to speak. It was difficult, too difficult. "Yes" the redhead agreed as if she understood me "better not to go near the king." ⋅• ♱ •⋅

King Herod continued, still oblivious to the environment or maybe he didn't care. "I do not send my men to slaughter. I have trained men but they serve better purpose." The King said, eyes fixed on the King who seemed to love death as he stared back at it. The Kingdom of Latoli is a small kingdom and I knew how large the Kingdom of Bakarish is. The King had men, many men. Men that could destroy the Kingdome of Latoli in one night. Nothing could give the King of Latoli that confidence to speak to the King that way, only if...he had someone backing him.

My best friend and my girlfriend's graduation trip vlog blew up online, racking up millions of likes. The comments were full of people swooning over their picture-perfect love story. Someone finally asked who the guy sitting quietly in the corner was. Suzanna Jones replied to the comment: [Just some random guy. I don't know him.] When I sent her a screenshot, she explained impatiently. "You stutter when you talk. Putting you on camera would only make you look ridiculous. "Elliot and I are only pretending to be a couple so he can make enough money to pay for his mom's medical treatment, so stop getting jealous over nothing." For the past year, I had practiced speaking to my phone ever

Noreen sneered, “I should be asking you that!” Just when they were about to get into a staring contest, the door opened. They immediately put their differences aside when they saw their monarch and gawked at him. Ivy emerged from the house a minute later with a large snow-white snake, which shocked Noreen once again. Their King was first in... in... She shook her head in confusion not understanding what King was wearing. Secondly, how had his partner managed to keep an Asura snake as a pet? What in the world is going on?

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

Don't you remember? The night ended on a bitter note. When I stepped outside, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky. As I got into the car, Oliver stood there in the cold. His thin figure was trembling, and his eyes were rimmed red. "I was foolish and blinded by a passing infatuation. Losing you made me realize that what I had was priceless. Please… give me another chance." His voice broke. "I'm begging you." Before I could respond, something caught my attention in the distance. Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair.

I lifted my gaze without meaning to, drawn by instinct rather than intention — and there he was. Roman Davenport stood among them, taller than most, posture unmistakable even at a distance. He wore no crown, no ceremonial finery, yet the space around him bent subtly, as though authority clung to him whether he asked it to or not. Men watched him between strikes, adjusting without realizing why. The Crown Prince. I had known his face since childhood — from banners and coinage, from whispered talk and careful warnings. There was nothing remarkable in recognizing him. What unsettled me was that he looked back.

"The father of her ex-fiancé, Duan, was less than pleased, shall we say, and Adriana and I overheard them conspiring to kill Tyler and force Avril to marry Neri." There were gasps from around the room. "What is the purpose of this?" asked Adam. "The ultimate purpose is to gain access to the Fae throne, which absolutely stuns me," I answered, "since I am not next in line to gain the throne. To do that, they would need to assassinate my mother and my eldest sister." "So this Neri wants to become a king?" asked Charlotte. "He would never be a king, no matter what," I explained. "The only time there is ever a king is when there are no female children to ascend and only males. My brother could be