The Wicked King Novels & Stories

The entire group was focused on this direction. Simon pointed at Josh, "I gave you the clothes, but now you're asking me what do you mean? Every piece of clothing that doesn't look good is your fault! You're going to blame me for sure! ?" Vicor was also frustrated, so angry that he couldn't talk back, and could only lament, "I've worked with so many film crews, who would have thought that one day I would encounter the villain." With the rest of the sentence still unfinished, Simon yelled, "Who are you talking about?"

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

My mother once told me that it's actually to help the king find his fated mate. When I was younger, I did fantasize about being the king's mate. After all, King Haydn Tude is the most powerful and wise werewolf in the entire kingdom. Every wolf has heard of King Haydn's deeds on the border, where he eliminated rogues and made significant contributions to the kingdom's peace.

The man had too many children who he saw as products, and if he wanted something, he would get straight to the point. Now, one of those products had malfunctioned by mating with not just any werewolf, but a witch as well. The thing he despised the most. The thing he warned me against. “Letting that girl walk around with a ring like that is humiliating, and you will take it back,” the king stated as if it was a fact. “You will tell everyone that you’ve changed your mind and—“ “I can’t do that,” I said, not letting him finish the sentence. “How do you think it will look if your son spits in the face of the Moon Goddess right after you arrive? One might say you discriminate against werewolves…t

The witch asked for his love, to take her as his wife and show her the royal life. “I have lived in the woods in makeshift shacks for too long. Please uplift me from this poverty, and I will be yours forever, faithful and resourceful." The king didn’t waste a breath in accepting her proposal. They got married in no time, and she became the apple of his eye. But the king was never the same ever since he got attacked by the beast. He thought it was a giant wolf that attacked him but he never got to see it clearly. His body was changing and so was his temper. Many people believed that it was the witch that was casting spells on him to keep him under her control.

Her body couldn’t move as if it were waiting for the king. Suddenly, there was thunder growling across the sky. Asteria looked up out of her shock, but when she returned her sight to the approaching king, he was already in front of her. The king stared at her and whispered, “I heard a lot about your arrogance to the nobles. Are you really qualified to be the Queen? I think not.” Hearing his insult, Asteria struggled to straighten out her expression. She looked back to the King. “Says the man who cannot serve his countrymen for two years,” she said, trying to fight him with fire.

“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.”

You never could tell these days. She controlled the wind… He shook his head. Simply impossible. Sebastian was a bloodsucker and his wife, a magician or a witch? Explained why the people were so easily swayed to accept them back. The kingdom had been hunting bloodsuckers for centuries but all of a sudden, they were living in peace with them. Perhaps, Aurora used some magic to convince them. "What has you so disturbed, brother?" Justus walked into the stable and sat on a stack of hay.

I stutter when I feel him squeezing my balls together with my cock. “Alright, here’s a deal.” He says “If you manage to hold off without coming for 30 minutes, I’ll let you go” “That’s a bullshit deal” I say The bastard will just keep touching me when the whole point is to stop doing it now. “I’ll sweeten it then” he says “I’ll show you my face” Show his face? I’ll finally see who this dickhead is. Track him down and make his life a living hell afterwards. “Deal”

I can't argue that it would be a bad thing if she were dead, since she clearly liked to cause trouble. "So you have traitors inside you own territory?" "We have since investigated everyone within the premises and those conspiring against me have since been slaughtered," he tells me simply. Instead of sounding guilty or regretful for what he is done. My stomach churns uncomfortably, the thought of Kailor's men viciously killing people due to their affiliation with Vaia making me want to be sick at the King's feet. None of them deserve a fate that...Final. "Tai really is nothing like you," I growl lowly, no longer frightened of what Kailor is capable of doing to m.