The Wicked King Holly Black Novels & Stories

It was an amalgamation of both. Breyona’s hackles lifted as her body coiled, seconds away from pouncing. Holly’s hands trembled as she brought them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn’t until the last time that they finally managed to stick. “The right thing.” She whispered. Realizing what his youngest daughter had done, our father let out a furious roar that sent the shadows scattering in all directions. Bats fled from the tree’s, melting into the night to escape the fury of the resurrected Vampire King.

“The Kings brother, Alexander’s uncle. William Black sought to take the crown for himself. He was jealous of his brother’s power, but also his family. He had everything any wolf could want. A loving mate who stands by your side and rules with you, beautiful children, a home. William had none of these things. “His own mate had been killed many years before, he had never gotten over it. The more time that past the more bitter he became. A lot of wolves don’t survive the loss of their mate, but for William, it drove him crazy. Eventually his sights were set on the Queen. Queen Melinda was believed to have been a witch, more specifically she was a se’er, like that crone Alex has around him now.

I whispered, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, "if I'm really the last true heir... why me? Why hide me in a human village? Why let me suffer as a servant for all these years?" "Because power like ours makes you a target," a new voice cut sharply through the freezing air ahead of us. I jumped, my hand instinctively dropping to the makeshift dagger I had tucked into my boot, while the prince instantly stepped in front of me, his body rigid and his hands glowing with a faint, crackling spark of blue magic. From the shadows of a massive cluster of snow-laden pine trees, a figure stepped out onto the narrow trail.

But instead of pulling me into a warm embrace, Fredrick violently yanked me forward until I crashed against the freezing iron bars. "When I talk to you, you do as I say!" he gritted out through clenched teeth. He abruptly ripped his hand away from my skin, wiping his palm against his trousers as if he had just touched absolute filth. "Now, fucking look at me!" Tears stinging my eyes, I slowly lifted my head to face him. He was breathtakingly tall, looming over me like a merciless dark god. If flawless looks were a crime, the Lycan King would be hung. He had short, midnight-black hair swept immaculately back, and his tanned skin highlighted a sharp, aristocratic jawline dusted with dark stubb

Oak's eyes moved around as if he's looking for another prey, but everyone else started cowering away and trying their best, even in their weakened state to hide themselves from Oak's evil eyes -it's not like hiding can save them though. "They're innocent, but they're suffering because their King is a sinner" "What sin did I commit?" King Wymond asked. "None, you're just paying for your parents' betrayal" "Betrayal? How did they betrayed you?" Oak stared at King Wymond with so much hatred, as if he's staring at his enemy and he lunged forward to land a punch on him, but he punched an empty space as King Wymond disappeared and reappeared behind him (Oak).

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?”