Why Was The Mad King Mad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My body still feels cold and numb under my fuzzy pajama pants and fluffy blankets piled on the bed. Ash lays down in front of me, his brown eyes full of concern. "Jax what's wrong?" he asks. I shake my head a little. "Please tell me," he says in a soft voice. I sit up a little, resting my back against the headboard. "I lied to Fara." "About the prayer?" I nod slowly. "I could do that long before I became King, that has nothing to do with it." "It's Azazel, right?"

The other, the one I had thrown earlier, struggled to his feet and quickly inclined his head as well. “The Alpha approached the Mad King,” he added. That made me pause. “What for?” I asked. “That, I do not know,” he said quickly. “But he took him.” My mind turned the information over slowly. Why would the Alpha seek out the Mad King? There was only one logical explanation. He was closing in. He wanted answers. He wanted to know who was pulling the strings. If that was the case, then keeping these fools alive was becoming a liability. “Please, give us one more chance,” the first one said hurriedly, desperation leaking into his voice. His head remained bowed. “I swear I will find her. I will t

Was I wrong all along? I could handle Zephyros killing outsiders, but family? Did he really kill his previous wives? "So the rumors are true? That you killed your previous wives. They were not your destined mates, but still..." My voice trailed off. "They betrayed me!" he growled. I chuckled bitterly. "Does that mean you would kill me one day if I made a mistake?" Silence. Right. What was I expecting from a mad king? That he would pamper me forever? That he was a safe and better option?

Right now, his reputation was in shambles and it was not her fault. He had done that to himself. Just as Rojan had reported, tales of a mad king had traveled far and wide. During his rare moments of reflection down here, he had heard his household staff whisper in hushed tones. One had said, "Our king has gone mad; he attacks anyone within his sight." "I hear his wolf has gone rabid, a virus that attacks the brain and makes you thirsty for blood," another replied. "He wants to eat our flesh and drink our blood. A cannibalistic parasite, like the vampires that feed on blood and the rotting ghouls that consume flesh," a different one said.

Kieran sighed, his body leaning down against mine, pressing me deeper into the bed as he reached for my hand and played with my fingers. “Do you never run?” I asked curiously. “Have you forgotten? The King never shifts. If only he'd shifted, I'd have raced my way to your palace and stolen you away at night, but his control is very surprising at times.” I scowled, “You sound toxic.” He looked away with an amused expression, almost as if I'd given him a compliment, “I am toxic, Mate. That's why they call us the Mad King. Although, we try not to live up to our reputation.”

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

All I knew was that he badly wanted the crown for himself. “Of course. She is a family. It was only she who did not like me as her brother. Perhaps it was because of the rumors about me. Of me being called the Mad King and other things.” I never saw the two having normal conversations. Or even a friendly one. All I saw were hostile conversations. “How would you know if you don’t ask? Maybe your sister is only waiting for you to make the move.”

Not because he was a bastard son of the king, but because his personality, actions and attitudes towards other just made people wanted to curse at him. Naturally the King were also weren’t a good light in the eyes of the citizen, after all he was called and nicknamed the Crazy King now days are not without any reason. Mostly because the king is showing that he was mentally unstable right now, and his citizen were all now looking at the other way from him. Although the announcement of war, made every single Hallerussian frown, and worries about themselves. On the other hand, there is nothing much that they can do, after all this is a battle between the monarch and they as the citizen, the sub

The King of the Lycans, who was currently laying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep beside him. Darach King, the only beast who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom. He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was madder than any other living Lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness.

Reni answered. "I am afraid, I don't quite follow your logic" "The madness is taking a greater hold on him day by day, I think death is a mercy compared to the madness taking over him fully" Reni told the king. "Once he is healed, the madness is gone." the king said firmly. Reni decided to keep quiet and not argue with him. "That would be a wonderful thing, your highness" he said instead. "Why do tell him stories about his sister?" the king asked Reni.