This Night Is Cold In The Kingdom Novels & Stories

I groaned and picked my phone up. — Ashby says he has dropped you off, I apologize once again for this evening, and I hope you sleep well x Henry. Oh my gosh, he texted me. — It is okay and thank you for rescuing me, your majesty. Good night x. I can't help but smile, the King, the King of Crawford sent me a text, today wasn't so bad. I put my phone back down and closed my eyes, for the first time in a long time I'm falling asleep with a smile on my face.

Akari scooted back against Nikolai as she spooned him. The hard, steely planes of his body felt so much warmer than any human’s. It was always surprising to Akari and felt wonderful in the middle of the night in this cold palace. The weather at the Kingdom was considered fairly cold year round by human standards.

Kaltain Kingdom Leiya I walked beside Helion as he led me through the streets of his kingdom. I learnt that it was called Kaltain. As we walked through the streets I noticed the neatness and organization his people showcased. Even the little children played in selected areas and avoided work areas. As we walked by, everyone would stop and bow to their king with wide smiles. It didn't seem like they didn't know him, in fact it seemed like they were used to seeing him in the streets often. I was impressed.

And yet… none of them mattered compared to the one who would soon walk through those doors. “Tonight…” I began, my voice resonating through the hall like velvet thunder. “Tonight marks more than just a celebration.” I paused, letting the silence hang for a heartbeat. “For years, I have ruled as Alpha of this Kingdom, upholding the ancient laws and protecting our people. I have led wars, forged peace, and carried the weight of a throne passed down through blood and bone. But a King,” I said slowly, “is not whole… without his Queen.” Eyes widened. The whispers began.

Kingdom: Good After a few seconds, another text comes through. Kingdom: It’s nice to see you put in your place and start to behave like the good little girl I know you can be. I glare at the screen, or more like the one who sent it. King’s text makes me want to punch him even more now. Me: I’ll see you soon, you traitor! Kingdom: Ooo, I’m shaking in my shoes, cowering under my bed, hiding from little red riding hood, oh no, I’m so scared!

I should get laid tonight to get my mind off things. The sounds of my room door bolting off, jolts me out of my thoughts. Who the fuck enters a room without knocking “Oh thank God! Thank you so much for opening, I could literally worship you right now” A female stands by the door, clasping her hands together like she was praying? I run my eyes up and down her figure, and although the room was dark, her silhouette did justice to the right figure. I still need to get laid tonight. I guess she would have to do. “I wouldn’t mind you worshipping me”

she commanded. The coordinator was already dialing, his hands unsteady. The call connected almost immediately. "Control, this is Martin," he blurted. A burst of frantic voices crackled through the phone's speaker, overlapping and desperate. Martin raised his voice, trying to cut through the noise. "I need confirmation!" He listened, his brow furrowing. "Forget East," he instructed. "I'm asking about West." Silence followed. Then... "What?" Martin gasped. His expression changed, the color draining slightly from his face. He lowered the phone, as though needing distance from what he'd just heard. "They still have electricity," he whispered.

and deadly. "Who are you?" Thaddeus asked. "Issa Frostwood," Issa replied but I could see the mischief in his eyes. "Yes, that is your name, but who are you really?" Thaddeus insisted. Issa finished his drink and gently dropped his cup on the table. He got up and took my hand. It was time to go. "I am the King of the Night." He said and we left Thaddeus McPherson where he sat, sweating, drinking and defeated.

Pink petals rain down around me. A cold feeling shudders through me at the absence of any recognition. "My Kingdom?" I whisper. Crimson, my mother, rests her hand on my arm. "It is to be yours one day, of course." The thought is so daunting my vision becomes fuzzy for a moment. How can I rule over a Kingdom I know nothing about? "Perhaps keep the bigger information for later. We need to be gradual about introducing her to her old life,” Roel says. He sits on the other side of the bed, watching on thoughtfully.

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin