The Wicked King Book 3 Novels & Stories

She was too focused on the story to hear Viishaun's footsteps. "Kyaahhhh!" She screamed in spooky, and before she knew it, the book had flown and struck the king's face. She immediately stood up and bowed her head while apologizing. However, Viishaun's attention had averted on a page presented to him as he flipped the book. He raised his eyebrow and read the context as follows, "I want to hear you scream my name as I melt you in my tongue." "What?! Don't give that criticizing look," Scheriziel screamed as she tried to snatch the book, but the king was too tall for her to grab the book as he raised his hand.

I want to thank him for suggesting I meditate. Ken really helped me. I suddenly remembered the fairy tale book about Alpha King. Based on the book I read, the author describes the figure of the Alpha King, who is very cruel and has no conscience. Alpha King ordered his subordinates to kidnap the werewolf. The werewolves will be made slaves, and they get tortured. I looked at Ken, who was walking in front of me, and I glanced at Ken's hand that was holding mine. Ken has long legs, and I can't keep up with his steps.

The king had become so frustrated to the point that his eyes had turned sarcoline. His now open glowing wenge book was with the enemy and she was trying to tear it in two with two of her tails. What audacity! It's not enough that she tried to ruin his sceptre back there. And why was she getting no backlash from holding his book and treating it that disrespectfully? Why wasn't heaven favouring him today?

He slowly turns to look at me as silence surrounds us. “Why, don’t you know me as the bad and meanest man? Don’t you know I killed my father and half-brother for the throne? Don’t you know I got outsmarted by a mortal who also happens to be my mate? Don’t you know how I caused the most pain to my mate? Don’t you know I am hated by everyone in my kingdom, including my mate? Don’t you know me as the worst King who has nothing left in his kingdom? Don’t you know the crimes I committed? Why, didn’t those books tell you how I killed innocents for the throne? Don’t you know me as the Lonely God? You know a lot about me, Neffie, don’t you?” He speaks casually while sorting the books while my back i

The Book of Lost Bonds. My hands shook as I lifted it. “This is it.” Damien let out a breath. “Let’s leave before anything finds us.” I froze. “Anything like what?” He pointed behind me. Glowing red eyes filled the treeline. Rogues,not just anyone, the ones the evil king created. Three shadow wolves crept out—twisted, enchanted, reeking of death. Leftovers from the King’s purge. I bared my teeth, shifting just enough to let my claws form.

He tilted his head, his dark hair falling across a sharp, unblemished jawline as he stepped casually over a shattered silver goblet rolling across the stone. "A clever trick, wasn't it?" the stranger replied, his voice smooth and carrying effortlessly across the silent room. "Hire a few rogue wolves to torch an empty wagon, toss a few decoy bones into the ravine, and let the great pack leaders believe they successfully wiped out any competition for the throne. You always were impatient, brother. You wanted the crown so badly you didn't even bother to check the ashes yourself." A collective murmur rippled through the gathered Northern Pack delegates. Shouts of outrage and confusion broke out

"The princess let out a tiny, broken sob, her shoulders slumping as she looked away from his gaze. *'But... you always talk to me in that exact cruel way whenever we are in front of many people,'* she whispered quietly, her voice trembling. The king’s expression filled with pity; he stepped forward, wrapping his heavy arms around her frame in a tight hug. *'Don't worry about it anymore, okay? I promise I won't ever talk to you like that again, my beautiful baby girl. Even if you completely fail to ever get an inner wolf, I am still always going to be here to protect you.'*" "A small, relieved smile touched the princess's lips, but the peaceful moment didn't last. The king suddenly pulled bac

to informed the king, when he and his men got there, they could not wait as the heat from the fire killed some men that had went too close, the remaining men ran back, but the king was wrapped in great flame, men who saw it, went back to the kingdom, spreading the news of King's dead, but when they had all gone, the king was still screaming in fear of the flame, he later realized that the fire was not hurting him, he rather felt coldness and calmness, hr opened his eyes and he was wrapped by her wife, she was the flame, fear gripped him, as hr never knew, she was a goddess, and was also thankful that she chose to rage her fury on the trees and not her offenders, he waited until night as he

But it's not yet time as the book taught him, it was never time, a time when a voice is heard at dusk a voice of a brawling young she-wolf of no dynasty then men would want to have luck with a ball and a dice like the gamblers do and there shall be quakes of the earth then it is time. Warrd, on the other hand, lies in his face, he was never to be told the truth of what was in the book, now that he seeks the wisdom from the book of witches he's life lies at stake. For he is a prince of the North and next heir to the throne from his fathers and ancestors of the Wolverines, and it was written that the ‘invaded did cast the invader and that worst be which destroy the pillars of the dark, horror

I signed at his foolishness and opened the book. The lost princess of Blora was fated with three mates whom she will find in the human world where she is struck now. One guy forcefully marries her and the other guy is an Alpha king while the last one is a wizard but all three are brothers who were separated when they were kids. They will fight for her and don't know how to share her. I closed the book angrily. Is she a thing to be shared? What story is this? I threw away the book and slept to distract my mind.