The Wicked King Holly Black Novels & Stories

It sounded so damn vain. "So what you are telling me is that you are now the Alpha of Alpha's. The king our people got rid of a long time ago? Judge, jury and executioner?" Caspian asked, taking a step away from me. I tried to keep the disappointment from my face when he said it. As if I was a monster. The very same thing my father had tried to make me. "I can command anyone I wished within the supernatural community, yes. Except witches. Those bitches are just down right fucking scary!" I joked and chuckled at my own remark. Caspian joined, but the humour soon died down. His eyes found mine again and they were all business.

Oh no. My worst fears became a reality when my father led me directly to where the Lycan King stood with a group of his advisors. My blood turned cold with every step we took closer to them. The king was a tall, muscular man with piercing eyes and a cruel smile that sent shivers down my spine. Lycans were ruthless and cruel, and Alpha Xander was no different. He had no love or compassion for anyone, and he ruled with an iron fist. People didn’t like talking about him, as they made bringing him up be almost like blasphemy.

Maera The stone bites my knees. The hall smells of smoke and boiled stew and the sharp copper of fear. The guards press me down; their grip is steady. Around us the pack watches, faces a blur. No one meets mine. A man steps forward with the whip. Silver is braided through the leather and it flashes in the lamplight. Someone near the back hisses the word cursed, and it spreads like flame. Cursed. Witch. Traitor. The sound scrapes deeper than the rope at my wrists.

He was going to pay for everything he took from me. Hazel was released after I pleaded my loyalty and also because he needed her still. What was the rogue king without his precious witch? Who was going to ensure he traumatised everyone with his selfish intent? We were in his library as he bent his round fat head over a book, a book we werewolves had no business with, but he had it anyways. He was the rogue king after all. It was the book of black magic, filled with black spells that could end us all if wielded in the powerful hands.

“And besides, Miss Serra. Don’t you want to take revenge against your husband? The Lycan King Gideon Dunkerson?” And then, I remember. Lycan King Gideon of Dunkerson Kingdom. A charming, attractive man who made me believe that he actually loved me. Only to find out that he has a paramour on the side! Who would have thought that a Lycan King could betray his Luna like that? He replaced me just because he found someone much prettier! I hate him! I hate his mother and relatives! And I hate all his women and his advisers! This hate burning inside me… It burns deep in my soul where nothing is left but ashes!

And another thing, he didn't want to be humbled and thrown into the forest. "We'll make Esme die temporarily like you before, the Werewolf will leave here and you will have Esme back, how about that?" he said with a stupid grin. He forgot that what made me like that was the wolves under the waterfall and the good witches around. They couldn't possibly help me and the man would see through such transparent deceit. "I stand by my stance. The absolute rights of a King cannot be contested, carry it out immediately, I will inspect the place in two hours."

Just that broken mouth, stretching wider as it turned toward her. The forest recoiled. The ground wilted beneath its feet. Lyla's breath caught in her throat. She'd seen this figure before. In her dreams. In the nightmares where the moon bled and the trees whispered of something that had been locked away for centuries. Something the packs had sworn never to awaken again. The Hollow King. The voice came again, but the figure’s mouth didn’t move. The words coiled through the air like mist. "Blood of the Blackwood. Key of the gate. Come."

Once he felt her breath steady, he opened his eyes and looked at her with an unfathomable expression before slowly stepping outta bed wore a robe to cover his body before walking outta his room and headed towards the study where his men were waiting for her. "What did you find?" He asked the moment he walked in.. "The King has been having secret meetings with black witches. I think he plans on using them against you." Brandon informed him and he smiled.. He knew this was gonna happen since he knows most of the wolves support the prince , he's trying to drag the witches into it.. "Black witches are dangerous creatures, you shouldn't underestimate them." Samuel heaved a sigh and leaned backwar

With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it. The once cryptic message had become alarmingly clear, revealing a truth that sent shivers down my spine. Alpha King Hazel, the ruler of Blood Moon, had descended into madness, his actions veering into the realm of the unthinkable. He had begun turning people into corrupted beings, wielding a power that defied comprehension. Even worse, my beloved was not exempt from his actions, having been the very first to suffer under it.

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.