To Dethrone A King Book Novels & Stories

“Your highness, my niece will be killed by those savages. She is all I have left.” I didn’t really care about her. I wanted what that old witch prophesied about her tonight—her supposed powers. I was the only one with this truth. I had to act fast under this greedy king’s nose. “That’s your problem, Dexter. Guards, drag him out of my sight,” King Kael ordered. The guards held both my arms and started dragging me out like I was not the chairman council of Velmoria Kingdom. I heard little footsteps and smelled his daughter.

CHAPTER NINE TYLA "I am just too scared about what will happen to him," Jessica lamented. "It's been a week since the verdict, but I haven't gotten it off my head yet." Damon had challenged Damisus to the throne. There was a simple tradition to dethrone the king. You will have to challenge the sitting king to a war and kill him. Failure to kill the king would have you executed. "I wonder what gave him the guts to go ahead with that," I replied.

They were protesting that I should be dethroned. “The Alpha and his Luna are incompetent, they should be dethroned.” Trenton read out and laughed. The car has tinted glass, and it was the driver controlling the car while Trenton sat with me at the back. “Seriously? Since they can't steal the corpse because of your threat, they have to bribe them to do this huh? Mehn! This is a new era where the King rules until he decides to step down, or you would have been dethroned all these years.” “Looks like they don't know. I wonder how much was given to them, they are just being deceived and used to manipulate their king, yet they aren't seeing it.'' I hissed. “They should be glad that my family is s

I muttered, already turning back to the shelves. “Get to work,” he said eagerly. “I’ll handle the rest.” When he left, the library fell silent once more. Minutes passed. Then more. Finally, my fingers froze over a thick, cracked leather-bound book hidden behind several others. My heart pounded as I pulled it free. There it was. The rule. In the absence of the reigning king, the rightful heir may reclaim the throne, regardless of prior abdication or forceful removal. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

"This is all so sudden Alpha King Jack but I trust that you are confident with Prince Vincent's ability to take over the throne. I and my warriors are ready to support him in whatever way you need us to be." "Thank you, Alpha Zero. Your presence today is highly what we needed the most. We all know that I need at least one Alpha witness to recognize the passing of my crown to my son." Alpha Zero nodded and turned to me. "Congrats Prince Vincent, in just a few moments from now you will be our Alpha King." His eyes held a challenge and an amusement that is a very odd combination however I am happy to accept the challenge. "Thank you Alpha Zero and congratulations on your baby too."

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text. The book talked about King Alaric, Prince Keith's father who was tragically cut down in a bloody palace coup, he also lost his wife Queen Isolde during the war, and their son, Prince Keith, the rightful heir to the throne, was left... with broken legs. I stared at the book for a while as different thoughts swirled in my head, this incident had happened ten years ago.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”