The Rebel King Novels & Stories

"To be honest, I never want to kill you. All I wanted to do was cut off your d*ck. But you just make me want to kill you now." "Haha. Kill me?" Gabriel laughed out loud. "Kid, I don't know where you got your bravery from. I'm a level five warrior king, do you think you can kill me? Besides, have you forgotten that I'm a guardian of Free Rebel Gang?" Severin smiled. "Do you believe that the Free Rebel Gang won't be coming after me after I kill you?"

And the people of such towns tightly kept within the King’s fist, people fall into line very quickly. However, as there always is a group unjustly ruling people, there are always the rebels. The rebels of this new world and enemies of the King of Crows are ones who call themselves Legion. *** Rebecca watched her brother shoulder the large gun as he prepared to leave. She clutched the rag she’d been using to wash their small stack of dirty dishes with by the valve of water shared by everyone in town. When she’d come to clean dishes, she hadn’t known she’d see her brother trying to leave with a band of rebels.

Thrystan quickly bowed, and I dropped into a curtsy. “Uncle,” Thrystan greeted as his uncle and sister joined the procession. Elaria’s gaze swept over me, cold and sharp, before she looked away. I straightened, feeling the weight of her disdain settle over me like a shroud. “Thrystan,” the King said, his voice deep and commanding. “What news do you have of the rebel?” Thrystan’s expression didn’t falter. “He’s mentioned something,” he replied, his eyes steady, unreadable.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

He was already looking at me. Daxton Cole He had grown into his throne the way a club grows into the king of the jungle. He was finally the king, the Alpha Wolf he had been groomed for all his life. He wasn't the nineteen-year-old lover I was always hanging around with, his face bearing a scar. Dark eyes. Triangular jaw. A crown that sat on his head fitting his head like it was made for him. “Serafina Voss.” He called out coldly, his voice filled with so much power, the whole court silent.

I asked my beta, who just walked in. "Torn from limb to limb," he answered. I nodded in satisfaction. I knew my beta didn’t give him a good death. He must have suffered before his last breath finally drained from him. But somehow, I was looking for a way to pry someone to unleash my anger on. I needed to show someone why they called me the mad king. "Good!" I said, even though the weight of the situation didn’t lessen, even with the rogue’s demise. Alaric leaned against the wall opposite me, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Alpha Thomas has been nothing but a good husband to you and this is how you repay him? You think some stupid rogue is better than him?” I was stunned. The disgust on their faces was evident now. Nobody believed me. “Father…” “I will not have you taint my family prestige. From now onwards, you cease to be my daughter!” He thundered, and I felt my words crumbling apart. How could my father betray me like this? All for what? Thomas stepped forward with anger in his eyes. I knew he was only going to make things worse. “Please believe me,” I turned to the Elders. “I am innocent. They are lying. I've had nothing to do with the rogue king. If anything, it is your alpha who cheated…”

“I did not want this, Thaelen.” “I know. It is not your fault. It is mine,” Thaelen told him grimly. “Over the centuries I have lost so many people who are important to me, and along the way, the heart went out of me. I lost my passion for my kingdom, for my role as a king. I thought that I could surrender the pieces of the role that held no interest to me, and still consider myself a king. But the Concordian council and Sigrid were also right – a king cannot pick and choose what part of being a king that he will fulfil. It is all or nothing.”

The rebel is an old man with a greyish beard, and long hair coated with grime. “Josh!” Fia gasps. The other two are too stunned to say anything. After a while, looking fearful and worried, they struggle to make their way to the front at first, but stop after the useless attempt, seeing more than a hundred demon guards in the square and on the rooftops. Furthermore, there is an army the king has brought with him.

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."