The Wicked King Book 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.

The cost of a misstep wasn’t just our lives; it was Lillian’s soul, and potentially the future of every pack on the continent. Contact was made through layers of dead drops and encrypted burners. Vorian’s voice, when it finally crackled over a secure line, was strained but vibrated with a manic, intellectual energy. “The King and the Key,” he rasped. “I assume you’ve seen the artistry of my life’s work? The prison-break of the millennium?” “Your ‘artistry’ is wearing my sister’s face,” I snarled into the receiver, unable to contain the fury.

It sat with remarkable calm despite the growing circle of staring servants, occasionally flicking its ears as if deeply unimpressed by southern civilization. A black card hung from the collar and Halrem took it. `For the Wicked One Who Does Not Fear Teeth. He bites only when ignored too long. — D.K.‘ There was a full second of silence. Then Halrem closed her eyes. Selene, against all wisdom, whispered, “It is adorable.” Halrem turned her head making Selene corrected her words immediately, “Monstrous. Entirely monstrous.”

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

I asked and she nodded her head saying, "Yes king, you see in the werewolf world there is something called a king, he is like a president and alphas are like leaders of little cities," "But why did the king want me? Why did he attack?" "Because you are the bringer of good fortune sweetheart, he wanted to have you for himself as his right had woman," "Huh? How old was the king at that time?" "Not sure but pretty old," "So my parents didn't want to give me up and they killed them?" "Yes, earlier on the day that you were born, they had sent a notice that he wanted you as his wife but we weren't willing to give you up to a man who was many times your age and so he got upset and attacked, murder

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

“I want to destroy Nial Ocnomad and make Ardae more about the people. The real people then about this neverending war amongst immortals. And power plays. And politics.” “You don’t think there should be any kings?” Not what I said. “On the contrary I think kings are necessary as a governing body. But I don’t think kings and queens only interested in their own self-serving desires are beneficial to anyone.” Bast blinked slowly. “You are not at all what I’d heard.” “I never am.” He sighed. “So how, exactly do you plan to overthrow all these corrupt kings and queens. By gathering commerce and swaying the people. Given enough goods I could control all of Ardae from the Blue Lark.”

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

They said the word in unison, bowing in respect, while the king just walked without saying a single word and entered that humid place full of narrow walls that seemed to be passageways that led you directly to the Hell itself, that place was terrifying, the dungeons were completely empty, because the king did not take prisoners, he considered that something unnecessary besides that there was no reason to show the enemy weakness, that was something that his father always repeated again and again during his childhood and it was something that he was convinced that he would not do, he would not show the slightest sign of weakness unless it was with his magnificent wife, who was the only enemy o