Novel & Cerita The Wicked King Book 3

the king demanded as he entered, and all the servants bowed respectfully. With a snap of his fingers, the king dismissed them, leaving only the three of them in the chamber. “I’m sorry, my king, but she is not who she seems. She’s a witch hiding behind an innocent face. Why can’t you see that?” Afunwa insisted, pointing at the Queen Mother. “May the gods strike your lips if you ever call my beloved wife a witch again! Leave her chamber this instant!” the king yelled. Muttering inaudibly to herself, Afunwa exited the room.

Xavier grinds his teeth at Andrew , while making small movement to his sword belt that held our only way of defence. “I must of fallen asleep…” Andrew mumbles softly , as he tries not to draw the wolf’s attention to him. I felt like the wolf and I kept on locking eyes , as if he was sent her to retrieve me – my mind races , assuming that King Alexander had sent him to get me ; it could be that he belongs to the king.

I wrap the cloak around me, lean down, give my princess one last kiss, pick up my travel sack, take one more look around and then leave my kingdom, hoping the Vampire King was true to his word of protecting those in his kingdom. I make my way around the different kingdoms, seeing all the damage caused by the Vampire King's destruction, who has now earned his place as the King of all Vampires. I slowly followed him back to his own kingdom, I find places to stay by doing odd jobs for the people of the clans he either misses or need help rebuilding after one of his attacks but as soon as they started asking too many personal questions I would move on to the next one.

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

Using forbidden magic, she created the Everlasting Fig Tree and bound the fate of every werewolf to it. If the tree flourished, so would the wolves. If the tree weakened, the wolves weakened alongside it. If the tree died... No one dared finish the sentence. Grey knew the consequences all too well. The kingdom had spent a century proving them. Fertility rates had plummeted. Pups were born weaker every generation. Many wolves struggled to shift. Others became trapped between forms. Some had lost their humanity entirely. They roamed the forests surrounding the kingdom as wild beasts, unable to remember their own names.

“I’m already in the third part of the book, the rules of the trials.” He arched a brow at her. “You intend to finish that today? No one has ever finished a book that big in a day.” he told her with concern. “I’ve been told I’m passionately stubborn when I put my mind to something.” He strolled closer to her table. “Who told you that?” The corner of her lips rose to reveal a coy smile. “The Alpha King of the Wahala kingdom.” His face heat and he tore his gaze away from hers. “Sounds like a wise king.”

The sound of its base tapping against the stone floor echoes through the quiet shrine. His gaze lingers on me—not judgmental, but knowing. Too knowing. “The second princess,” he begins, his voice low and deliberate, “is marked by this path. A cruel king seeks her hand.” My chest tightens painfully. Cruel king. The words feel heavier now than they did when I first read them. “But,” he continues, lifting one finger slowly, “the prophecy does not say she is powerless. It only speaks of danger.” I listen carefully, forcing myself to breathe.

“Are you aware, lady Piia, that witches only exist in fairy-tales? Hell, I didn’t even know Estonia existed until Vladimir waltzed into my house and uprooted my entire life. Now, I’m here with a dead or missing mother, a company worth bazillions and abilities that are, by the standards of these witches that shouldn’t exist, abnormal. To top it off, I’ve narrowly escaped death twice now. All I want from you is to make it make sense. Why does Vladimir want revenge against my family? Who wants my mother and I dead -and don’t you dare tell me they’re not connected because I saw the church where I was born. While you’re at it, you can explain to me why you drown under a river of guilt every time

Rowan had a vision, one Alicia readily embraced, but the fate of the kingdom rested in their hands, with many enemies, and traitors ready to seize that power. --- This is the END of Book 1 ---