The Wicked King Novels & Stories

I asked him again, more sternly so he knew I wasn't playing his games. "You would let the witches get away with kidnapping my boy? A member of your kingdom? What kind of king have you become?" He asked me spitefully as his anger began to rise. "Oh, I'm the kind of king who won't allow my kingdom to be manipulated into war over the likes of you or your son. I'm the kind of king who knows that your son was working with a dark witch. I'm the kind of king who knows that your son was behind the attack on my territory. So I don't particularly care what the witches decide to do with your son. They have my permission to execute whatever punishment on him that they see fit. Because I am the King & I

There is no way, he could sleep with the mad king, no fucking way. It went on for hours and hours, reminding me of Nicolas's betrayal while my breathe clench in pain thank God Alaric was there to help me. As soon as the pain subsided, I gritted my jaw in annoyance. Today i was going to stomp Drogomor and declare war. They had not only manipulated my mate into staying into the palace but they had also violated him. The thought of him willingly giving herself to the Mad King was unthinkable. My wolf roared in defiance and conviction. No. She must have been forced. Manipulated. Maybe even… raped.

King Rigan seemed to be close to the witch and this didn't sit well with them. Black witches are lethal and not trustworthy. They're bound to double cross anyone and only care about their skin.. "What is the meaning of this , Father?" Prince Nicklaus was beyond furious.. What was his father thinking when he brought a black witch to the palace? That too without informing him about it... He could hear growls coming from the wolves present because the wolves never liked the witches.. The black witches and wolves don't get along very well.. "My second secret weapon. Damian won't be able to escape any of it." They smirked mockingly but they weren't satisfied with the King's decision to let a Blac

Rheanna stood behind her mother's chair, reflecting her rage as she glared down at the Noble Werewolf who turned to the King instead. "They're obviously lying, Your Majesty. Everyone knows that the witches are capable of anything, including fabricating evidence! They're trying to place the blame on my family to keep their involvement a secret!" Davian's words were received with a cold glare as King Stefan banged the folder on the table hard, the sound sending chills through every single werewolf as the Alpha King's energy surrounded the room. He was not pleased and it caused a visceral reaction through every single werewolf around, including Davian who reared back at the glare he was receivi

Meguitte was not sure that her eyebrows could rise higher until they did, her chin sinking to her chest until she watched the woman through her eyelashes in utter disbelief. “The good queen pleaded for mercy for her people, and the evil, wicked king said that he would grant it if she sent him three sparrows from every household. It was a weird request, but the good queen could not find any wrong in it, and so every household sent him three sparrows. But the king was truly wicked, and he set the birds alight and sent them back to burn her kingdom to the ground, along with everyone in it,” the blonde finished with satisfaction.

Given the way my wolf was pruning in my head I had a feeling that it was something kinky. “I haven't heard the story for a long time but from what I remember the story started with an evil king who could see into the minds of his subjects. For a long time the other werewolves put up with his mistreatment because they feared him so much. Eventually his poor treatment became too much and they decided to stand up against him. The king worked out what they were planning and started to round them all up to be executed. That was when the king’s own nobility turned against him. A large fight broke out and many werewolves were killed before they managed to kill the king and free the werewolves.”

He is happily clapping. "I think that I already found a perfect Queen for me…" The king said and I don't know what is the meaning of that "Lyca I think he wants you to be his queen," my doppelganger said… "ha?" _________ King Albert" "a lot of centuries ago You accused your wife of cheating on you. But I hear later that it was only planned by your best friend Martina. I am maybe an old man but still, I have an ear that could hear anything. So that's It, You accused your wife that she was cheating on you and then you make her suffer by looking at her son that your technical son, Of course without the evil plan of Martina, you make your wife suffer by looking at her son being punished by you.

king Roderick voice malevolence echoes in the air. "Despite my vehement disdain for one thing above all else in my kingdom—spies...," "What have I done wrong? The truth is crystal clear to everyone. You, a vile creature with twisted desires, a deranged monster who would extinguish any life for a taste of power. You have bathed in the blood of the innocent, driven solely by the insatiable hunger for POWER. Open your eyes, if you dare, and witness your own reflection—a living manifestation of pure evil."

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.