Uncrowned Kings Novels & Stories

Now it makes sense where he gets it from. After the death of his mother, when he was only fifteen, his father remarried twice after that before dying of liver failure at the age of 78, leaving him and his stepmother, stepbrother, and sister. Soon after that, he was crowned king and married Julie Worthington, the Duchess of Marlboro, after years of trying, they had their first son Henry William and then three years later they had Christopher James. In 2015, a new law was passed that once a royal king has reached the age of fifty, the throne has to be passed down to the oldest son. Four years later Henry was crowned and had to marry before his coronation which is set to happen in 4 months' tim

And as far as I can see they all look the same age. “What do you mean by that?!” Hamstell. Kenrick sighed. “The Crown Prince will need his Marionette once he grows up. And only the daughter of the Dukes and Duchesses is chosen to be his Marionette. He will need this child. So better to take good care of her…” “Right. It’s better to keep this child alive.” Said Parker. I stared at him and let out a wide cutie smile. “She’s cute…” The guy standing beside the door smirked. Gah. I think my face is heating up. I’m so happy! He took my charms so easily!

Entering Avalon Palace, Arthur says to William, "My clothes are still wet; I need to change. Wait for me." King Alexander, Arthur's elder brother, had finally reclaimed the royal power from their mother, the Dowager Queen, four years ago. It was during that tumultuous period that an assassin from the Ravenwood family severely injured Alexander at a banquet. In the midst of the tumultuous and disorderly situation, Archbishop John Blackwood emerged as the central and crucial figure, effectively countering the imminent threat posed by the assassin's critical strike and subsequently retaliating by eliminating the assailant. Furthermore, Archbishop Blackwood displayed his exceptional leadership b

Anez explained. "Well, that..." Grace stopped in her tracks, then turned to face Anez. "Yes, Ma’am?" "Will... Adro have to become king someday? I mean, does it have to be Adro?" Anez frowned, then nodded. "Certainly, ma'am. His Highness is the crown prince. Throughout the history of Groendez and other kingdoms, I have never found a king who did not come from the crown prince. The crown prince is the first male descendant of the king, thus having a divine lineage."

No matter which world, that is deemed to be a Cardinal truth. His lessons mainly centered around the details of the past kings as well as the diverse important events. "One of the laws of the kingdoms is that all crown princes or crown princesses must wear a name related to a star or a planet. His majesty Jupiter was the first king. After him were Pluto, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and finally his majesty Mars, the eighth king." Sol listened to the information attentively. After all, this information revealed something incredible.

They looked hollow and pale, and her skin looked fragile, almost as if she would pass away from starvation soon. I stepped closer to her and used my royal runes before asking her to tell me the truth. Nobody could resist the royal runes, and soon she was spilling the truth about Alpha Jeremy and how he bandoned them, despite promising heaven and earth after her son’s death. I turned back to look at him with a cold smirk, and he was turning red with embarrassment. These common Alphas never learn that you don’t lie to a royal wolf.

Mikan added, “and the twins survive. To prevent another attempt, the heir requirements were adjusted. Surin’s sister Daelani has temporarily taken the throne until Surin’s mental fitness can be evaluated.” Rela swallowed hard. “And the throne in the South?” “Sealed,” Mikan answered. “Should Her Majesty pass, Prince Rodic becomes King unless he abdicates one of his two future crowns. After him, Prince Connor. So on through Her Majesty’s children.” The tension eased. The Draynor control of the South reassured the council more than they wanted to admit. With that matter addressed, Trent smoothly shifted the room toward the scheduled discussion with Captain Garrik regarding coronation security.

I say each name carefully, the way Queen Alara taught me with the old words — letting the name take up the space in the room that the person used to take up. I tell them about the marking ceremony. About the Consort. About the king that I changed the law to prevent the crown from requiring — because the crown requires competence and will and blood, not a specific gender attached to all three. Kael, sitting in the front row with Marcus beside him, does not react when I say this. He already knew. The lack of reaction is itself a kind of reaction — the specific stillness of a man who has made his peace with being beside something rather than in front of it, and finds the view considerably bette

"The power to unite all wolf clans under one ruler." The chamber fell silent. Even Orion seemed surprised. King Alaric continued. "For centuries, ambitious rulers sought the Crown." "And they couldn't take it?" "No." The king shook his head. "The Crown only accepts the blood of House Lunareth." Understanding slowly dawned. The attack hadn't just been about destroying a kingdom. It had been about removing an obstacle. House Lunareth had stood between ambitious men and ultimate power. And so they had been eliminated. Ariana suddenly felt sick.

" Wait, what? Uncle Callum was the King of this kingdom? As I gazed into his eyes, still reeling from the blood oath ritual and the sudden realization of my uncle's true identity, his expression suddenly transformed. His eyes gleamed with a burning intensity, and his aura changed drastically. I could feel a royal presence around him. "Nora, my dear princess," he said, his voice booming with authority. He paused, his gaze piercing through mine. "I am not just Callum, your uncle. I am Callum, the King of the Blue Lycan Kingdom." My mind reeled as he spoke, the words echoing through my brain like a thunderclap. "You are the King…" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Uncle Callum nodded