Who Killed King T'chaka Novels & Stories

He had risked everything. The good King Tehxadlayk had died by his hands and the blame had placed on the SheHaalte’s King’s brother, Prince Yupta. Fvendal never did have the stomach for murder, but Torunn always had. He had been careful in concealing it and making sure everyone’s blame was misplaced beautifully, but that damned Fvendal got drunk with the Leader of the Collective, unbeknownst to him and foolishly spoke out of turn. Telling him their plans.

But my body betrayed me, still pinned to the dirt. Zeus finally broke. His eyes lifted to Fiona, wet and hollow. “I killed them,” he whispered. Fiona’s blade pressed harder against his neck. “Killed who?” Zeus swallowed hard, his jaw trembling. “Your parents. The true leaders of the pack. I slaughtered them with my own hands.” The words cut through the clearing like an axe. I felt my stomach turn. Rowan’s eyes widened. Wakanda stumbled back, his face contorting in rage and grief.

There were murmurs buzzing. “Today, I stabbed my own beta, Aiden to death for being responsible for these crimes.” ******** Chanda’s jaw dropped as the crowd erupted in gasps and screams at Velkan’s revelation. Aiden was dead. Velkan had killed Aiden. She flung her head back over her shoulders to prevent tears from falling down her face, because she wasn’t certain on whether they were happy tears or sad ones. One of her killers was gone. Ironically, he had died at the hands of her other killer.

Zheira linked her arms around her knees. Her tears were flowing non-stop, and everything she believed in shattered into pieces. She couldn’t take the truth. Their death was triggered by a rebellion led by Vladimir, but he did not even bother to protect them when they were hunted. His conscience was dominated by his madness, only fueled by his vengeance.

The king's right-hand man general Xander, who is alpha London’s cousin killed the alpha King. The alpha king was not the type to send troops and stay behind when there was a problem with the packs under his care. He would throw himself into battle and fight for and with his people. Many loved and admired him because of that and many more reasons. They killed him in the rogue attack that took the life of the alpha of Crescent Moon Pack, Jake’s father. But rogues did not kill the alpha king, his right-hand man killed him on the battlefield. A perfect murder that no one will suspect.

Lebo was also irritated. “Eeer we killed Lerumo.” King Tseko said stuttering. “Who exactly killed him?” asked Tokelo trying so hard to control his temper. “All of us. I shot him.” King Tokelo confessed. “I stick fought with him.” King Tumelo said. “I wrestled with him.” King Lehlohonolo said. “I watched.” King Tshepo said. “What was the stick fighting for?” asked Lebo. “We wanted to remind him of the good old days.” Answered king Tumelo.

A lot of men died in the blast, we were able to save a few, but the others were blown to bits, we were notified that Moira escaped and made it out of Oceania and King Squashi ordered her execution on site. I backed him because if he didn't kill her then I would, I will never tolerate the backstabbing and betrayal by close friends and family. I was looking for all traitors so we could get this under control, I couldn't believe that idiot would go this far for the throne but then I thought, people would do anything for power and money. We are living proof that such betrayal exists, that's why we are here doing this job as the ultimate beings. I had gotten word that Teku could still get out thr

The King still couldn’t process what he was hearing. “How? Why?” Confusion was clear in his eyes, his thoughts scattered. “Papa, listen to me. Remember when Kuya was kidnapped when we were kids? I saved him—not Mama, but me. The problem is, I killed their top leader—the father of their current leader—and now they’re furious with me. They want me dead.” “And they’re also the reason Mama died.” The King stared at his child in shock. “W-what?”

That was the story of the kingdom that was passed from generation to generation. "It's not true!" He sternly uttered. "Huh?!" I glanced at him, wondering what he meant. "What's the truth then?" I questioned, curious. "I killed him!" He then stared back at me with his eyes turning into red and his voice vibrated. Thorin was taking charge. "W-what?!" My eyes went wide, and my mouth was hung open. Did I hear it right? He killed his own grandfather. "Yes, Jaque!" He told me. His grip from my hand became tight, causing me to wince in pain. "I killed my own grandfather!" I was speechless. What had happened? What made him murder his own blood?

“WHAT?!” “He called family weak. Nathan said if I wanted to remain alive and under his regime, I had to dispose of them, and I did that because he gave me no other alternative” Thomas tugged his chest emotionally. He reminisced about the tears which flowed down from their eyes when begging their son not to kill them. To him, it was the most hurtful scene he had witnessed in his life but he did it. Thomas took the pistol and shot bullets into their skull, and since then, he had worked for Nathan.