The Ride On King Novels & Stories

The reasons for wanting such a stone remain a mystery that only the King could answer. “Father.” A boy of fifteen years old approached the King. He was riding his own stunning black ivory stallion, holding the same gilded chains and sitting regally as a crown prince would do. The crest of the Regaleria Kingdom was seen stitched on the left side of his princely black suit. Though he was still young, the King wanted the prince to be like him, greedy of power and control, thus letting the boy attend on every war he could muster up.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

Bowing ensued and silence reigned as he took his seat on the grand chair at the foot of the staircase. My heart raced as I studied the king, his premise was as dark as the rumors had claimed but his looks were anything but horrifying. His hair was well-styled, his lips had a piercing at the side and a tattoo on his neck was obvious. Those dark eyes scanned the room as he looked at the females gathered around him, shaking in fear.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

They looked like they were attacked by a crazy razor. "Y-your majesty! Y-your highness! I can explain! Please!" Now it was Keir's turn to beg and explain. But the king looked heartbroken. The horses were of the highest breed of all breeds. Not even Keir's life could compensate the destruction that he had caused to them. The king could only think of punishing him for it. "Zor." The king turned to Zor followed by a deep sigh. "Yes, your majesty. What is it?"

I missed Papa, maybe, just maybe my life would have been different if he was here. I was brought out of my thoughts when they approached me, taking me by surprise. “You ready?” the King asked me. I nodded, not trusting my voice, feeling like it might break if I spoke and I would draw unnecessary attention to myself and the king would be irritated. He must have told Alfred where to take us. It looked like an amusement park, children were running everywhere playing, and adults were hanging around drinking and chatting while waiting for their rides. A few kids were throwing paper balls and laughing at what seemed to be a game. There were all kinds of rides everywhere; roller coasters, Ferris wh

He could feel a warm body against his back, which made him feel secured. "Ready, petal?" King Raleigh whispered on Ives's ear, holding reins. Ives nodded his head in agreement. Commander Jean turned his head away in anger where commander Wesley reminded him not to be childish. "Let's go everyone." King Raleigh rode in the front followed by commander Jean and commander Wesly and others soldiers and maids behind. The horse was galloping so fast that Ives couldn't open his eyes properly because of the wind hitting on his face. He could feel king Raleigh's chin on his shoulder which made him smile. It was his first time experiencing horse riding this fast. King Raleigh was really amazing.

One morning, as Aria finished tidying up after breakfast, Ace came bounding into the room, his face alight with excitement. “Mama,” he chirped, tugging on her sleeve, “can we go see the king?” Aria blinked in surprise, setting down the cloth she’d been holding. “The king? You mean Alpha Kane?” “Yes!” Ace nodded vigorously, his messy curls bouncing. “He said he’s a king, but I didn’t see his castle last time. I wanna see it. Please, Mama?” Rylan, who had just entered the room, froze at the doorway. His jaw tightened as he absorbed his son’s words.

Maz POV We ride inside a compound, and I tap King on the shoulder. This isn't the hospital. I glance across and see the sign. Cursed Kings Garage. I tap him again, and he turns to me. "Off ya get, babe. Usually, I would lift ya, but it might make it worse," King says, and I nod, climbing off. I watch as he swings his leg over the bike and gets off. There are so many bikes. His arm wraps around me, and his hand settles on my hip as he guides me towards a building.

"Kael! We need to reach the fortress. Now!" The ride to the gates was a blur of agony and light. Every hoofbeat sent a shock of heat through my system. I could feel the child moving—not with the soft kicks of a pup, but with the deliberate, powerful motions of a King-Born who was already trying to claim his throne.