The Wicked King Holly Black Novels & Stories

He turned back to me, his eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and terror. "Do you have any idea what you've done? You didn't just sleep with a stranger, Bailey." He shoved me toward the door, his voice shaking. "The King is looking for the woman who stole his seal," Hudson whispered. "And the Elders just called an emergency meeting. They say the Lycan King is coming to Blackwood to execute whoever touched his mark." My stomach dropped. I looked down at the ring in my hand. The gold ring felt like a brand against my palm, searing the skin with a heat that didn't belong to this world. I stared at Hudson. The man who had spent a decade breaking my spirit now looked like he was the one being sha

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?

“They want to rid the realm of half-breeds, that much we know. But what isn’t clear is how they’re overpowering a whole kingdom through dark energies. Sure, it’s stronger than your average fae’s magic but enough to kill King Hendrick? There is more to this than we realise, of that much I’m sure.” King Hendrick was the oldest King of the realm, having ruled over Willowisp for decades. He was exceptionally talented in his abilities and an incredibly kind man, it was a death Belle had been saddened to hear about. But more to the point, King Hendrick was very powerful. No amount of dark energy should have been able to overpower him, yet it did. “You think someone may be helping them?” Lottie que

Even if I did not repeat my clothes for a year, I was so certain that I won’t be able to wear them all so why not just share them with my sister? All in all, my day was fun. There was a time I got tired of Eva’s chattering but still, she was a joy to be around. I knew we would have fun together. *** “Amanda was working with the Lycan king of the East. He was a greedy and evil king who wanted the four kingdoms to be his since his kingdom was the biggest. He wanted us all to be under him so he started the war. We first thought he was the only one we had to fight so we thought it would be easy to destroy him since the three other kingdoms combined would be bigger than his alone until he decided

they were pitch black, and there was not a hint of remorse or humanity. Annoyance blazed inside of me. "Welcome, children of fate," he said, but it wasn't his voice. The Hollow King. I tensed up, and Zion stepped forward protectively, his shoulders tense. The Hollow King—wearing Callum's body like a borrowed coat—smiled. But his eyes stayed dead and emotionless. "I'll save us all some time," he said, stepping over the corpse as if it were nothing but a broken piece of furniture. "Hand over the scroll."

“You will marry him if you don’t want us to see you get killed in front of you.” A shiver ran down my spine. They might not be the best parents, but I still loved them. “Dad! Why are you blackmailing me like this? I am your daughter! How could you send me off to that ruthless man?” The Lycan King was known as BEAST KING, giving shivers to the people of his kingdom. "You don't understand or you refuse to understand?" Dad asked. "His Highness will kill us if you refuse.” “Why would he kill us? What did you do in the past that he will kill us if you will be stubborn?”

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

If you were caught, you would end up in a whole new one, depending on who exactly bought you. Usually the buyers are powerful men who are looking for toys to pass the time. They used you. They fucked you. They abused you, and then they either threw you away or killed you. That was the fate you faced, but some were worse than others, and my buyer was the worst there was. Diego Aguilar is the most ruthless and cold-blooded king to exist in thousands of years. And the only lycan to exist in our world. He killed without blinking, and if you crossed him even a bit, he would destroy you no matter who you were.

Those bratty princes were still alive and so was the King. Holly groaned and thumped her head against the wall behind her. This was not how it was supposed to go. Maybe she'd been a little overzealous. A little impulsive even. But she had really truly believed that she would be able to pull it off. She could see it in her mind's eye now. The princes turning blue, choking as the poison swept through their system. That golden prince falling, foaming at the mouth. How it should have been.

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”