Uncrowned Kings Novels & Stories

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

I asked already having reached the conclusion of the difference between him and me. His eyes snapped open, and once more the crimson within them flared. My knees weakened beneath that molten fire. "Not men," he said, each syllable drawn like a blade. "Not as you understand them." He said and I wondered if he was habituated to having to explain things to another. "Some were once mortal. Some were never human at all. All are driven by hunger, by the lust of power. And they hunt what they cannot possess." So they hunt you, I thought as I unconsciously took a step back until the counter pressed into my spine. "Why?"

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

“That's why King Callisto has decided on a tournament…. The heirs of Esfeors will battle among themselves, and the one remaining will be accepted as leader.” Rhea brings her trembling hand to her heart, “He will make brothers kill each other?” Atria lowers her head. … No. I cannot allow that. Rhea stands up quickly, feeling everything around her whirl for a brief moment… And heads towards the door quickly, with staggering steps because of the sudden dizziness. “My Queen…!”

“So… It is not because you want the throne?” Prince Cornelius looked at Emery as if she was some kind of great disappointment. Disbelief was plastered all over his face. “Of course not,” he snarled. “Being the head of an empire is a total headache. Why would I waste my good looks for the sake of some people I am not even related to? You saw my brother… He looked so old now compared to his age.” He was yet about to speak, however, some kind of movement from behind them caught their attention. Hence, Emery grabbed the bow and nocked an arrow as fast as she could. Her eyes scanned the vicinity, ready to shoot anyone who found them.

Sebastian and Anna's wedding was thrown together so quickly, it was practically bare-bones. Anna's baby bump was showing, and time was ticking. Sebastian, after ticking off the Caruso family and being kicked to the curb by the Vitales over some nasty scandal, did not have a single family willing to show up for his big day. The wedding was a ghost town, held in a tiny chapel with just a priest and a handful of witnesses who were there for the cash. He was convinced my dad had a hand in his epic fall from grace.

My palm brushed my stomach as I spoke, a silent promise to the life growing within me. By his authority as Alpha of Alphas, King of Kridensya, he crowned me. The crown, simple, regal, the blue of my gown reflected in its gems, settled lightly on my silver hair. A hush rippled through the hall followed by soft murmurs of awe and hope. Then Hope was crowned too. Though mute, she nodded when the crown was placed on her head. Damian’s hands rested briefly over hers. Next came the coronation of Royal Beta Gamma. Ronan, his eyes steady under the weight of his responsibilities and Kyle, youthful, determined, his smirk twitching with promise.

The statement hung in the air like poison. Daemon felt the moment it landed felt the specific weight of knowing that Marcus knew something. Or suspected something. Or was testing whether Daemon would flinch at the word sanctity, at the implication that he was failing some moral test. “The throne stands,” Daemon said flatly. “Moral foundation intact.” The lie tasted like copper. “Of course, Your Majesty,” Marcus said, and his smile was all teeth. “Though the council has concerns. Specifically regarding your… unmarried status. The regency clause provides that by your twenty fifth birthday, if you’ve produced no heir, the council may..”

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi