Uncrowned Kings Novels & Stories

The mate bond had just taken effect. Camilla wasted no time walking toward the three Alpha King's heirs she had chosen: Kael Dorne, Lucien Vire, and Soren Hale. They closed in around her, their eyes filled with raw desire. All around the camp, other male wolves clearly wanted to compete, but they were intimidated by the pressure of royal blood and didn’t dare step forward. Surrounded by them, she looked like some kind of saint in a chaotic world.

Nolan was right there beside her, casually sipping wine, his eyes fixed on me with a smirk. "Look who it is, our very own Donna," he teased. Mike, the Winston family's Underboss and Nolan's right-hand man, let out a whistle. "Nice get-up. What's this, The Pity Act 2.0?" I brushed off their taunts and stood before Nolan. "The money?" I asked, my hand outstretched, voice barely steady. Nolan gave his wine glass a lazy swirl. "What's the hurry? Forgot how things work around here?"

Although he isn't a royal, he happens to have men at his disposal. He is very close to King Magna and rumors have it that he plans to take the position of the current king of Crowville. Sebasten is a very tough man whose name precedes him. The current king of Crowville, King Magna, happens to be a sickling old man who has no real child of his own. He lost his children to a mysterious unknown fire and the rest of them were attacked by unknown men. Since then, King Magna has tried to have children who would precede him but it was all to no avail.

Rowan asked. She shook her head. “They moved too well. Too organized.” Kael exchanged a glance with Elara. An army. “Who leads them?” he asked. The envoy hesitated. “None that we saw… but they carried a black standard marked with a broken crown.” Elara felt Mira’s warmth suddenly too fragile in her arms. Kael’s voice dropped. “That symbol died a century ago.” Rowan looked between them. “You know it?” Kael nodded once. “The Crownless King. A warlord who believed bloodlines should rule absolutely. He hunted gifted children.”

His eyes drifted shut for a heartbeat. “Casian found his at eighteen,” Grandma said. “And yet your crown prince... the boy has walked through his thirties with an unmated soul. They call him the Unmated Prince. Even the lower ranked wolves whisper it.” “It doesn’t matter,” the King said, his voice taut, nearly bitter. “He has a wife. A future heir on the way.” “No. He has a political chess piece dressed in lace.” “Enough.” “You know I’m right.” Grandma moved her queen forward. “Tell me something. What happens when the fated bond finally wakes up in a royal? What always happens, Your Majesty?”

Though it’s a smaller gathering than one might expect for such an event, the air is thick with significance and anticipation. Ethan and Arnold stand at the center of the hall. Their expressions are serious yet hopeful. Elder Rowan steps forward and begins to speak to everyone present. "Today, we are here to announce that the coronation of Ethan and Arnold as the True Kings of this kingdom will be in two weeks' time," Elder Rowan begins. His voice booms as it resonates through the hall. "In these two, we see the embodiment of courage, wisdom, and unity. They have proven themselves as Kings of the former Northern and Eastern Kingdoms, and now, they will rule the entire kingdom as the True king

Since he was the first to finish his dinner, he became the center of attention. “The Crown Prince of the De Kruk Kingdom.” “Oh? So … it’s him? Amazing!” A participant sitting in the middle said, "These four crown princes have very different personalities, don't they?" His friend nodded in agreement, "Jimmy Sealand, the arrogant young master. Then there's Keen Ordanta, the coward. Kharel Mackenzie, the hero. And finally, Richard De Kruk, the ice man." "Wow! I'm curious to see how they will do in the competition."

Everything vanished. Then Thomas found himself somewhere else. A memory. Ancient. Older than history. Then he saw them. The First King. Young. Alive. Standing beside twelve other rulers. The original Crown Holders. The First Heirs. Then Thomas watched. And finally understood. The Crowns had not been created. They had been stolen. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the vision continued. A war. A terrible war. Against something beyond reality. Against the eye.

I lashed, crossing my arms over my chest. “But you are Ameena, my daughter.” His right hand moved up and gestured for the prince. “This is your older brother, Jareth. You are the crown princess of Foressa, one of the fou—five kingdoms of this realm.” He stressed the word five. I noticed it and also the momentary show of disgust on his face. “Your features, your actions, your character, your essence are without question.” I held my breath. Right about now, I was supposed to burst into a belly-aching laugh because of his outrageous claim, but the seriousness of their faces stopped me from doing so.

The former were collectively known as researchers, the latter, the Kings. Despite his unreasonable acts in the Empire upon learning that someone cursed for apocalypse was hiding in his kingdom, the crown prince was actually blessed to have mages among their family. Their royal family had been governing for over five hundred years, a place that could be said to be with a history as rich and old as Kingdom of Corona. Another example was Fred. Although like what had been said by Conrad, there were other high rankers in the convalescent center of Alina City, Fred was designated as the King since he was already the most reasonable among the bunch. Of course, that was, if the 'god' was excluded fr