Why Was The Mad King Mad Novels & Stories

"You’re not thinking straight. If you storm Drogomor now, you’ll be walking into a death trap. The Mad King is expecting you to react like this.” His words stung because I knew they were true. Derek, the so-called Mad King, was a master manipulator. He thrived on chaos, and I would be playing right into his hands if I acted on impulse. But how could I not? The image of Nicolas haunted me—his laughter, his innocence, his stubbornness, his fierce determination. He was my mate, my other half, and I had failed him. The pain of the mark on my skin was nothing compared to the agony of imagining him suffering.

“Oui. Asher and Azazel. Asher is calm. Ze other… not so much, he is known as the Mad King. Something broke in him long ago, and no one dared to fix it. Why do you think Madame Ysara keeps coming back for more slaves?” She looked me dead in the eye. “Because they all go missing.”

Karen said "shut up!" Madison who had been listening them snapped, "They didn't bask us to do any of what she did and to think that the king actually walk up to her and reply her" she grunted to gritted teeth" and I was thinking Elizabeth and Maria where my only obstacle.....I will need to get rid off all off them one after the other" she said " maybe I will start with the strong contender, Elizabeth. but I will definitely be the king plus two, no one else" she said firmly

“I don’t know who he was, but his men jokingly called themselves “The Seditious.” “Yea, yea!” Mr. Weldon recalled. Pointing to Bast animatedly. “And they called him ‘King’.” His hand fell. “Was odd…Not Yer Highness or anything fancy. Just ‘My King.’.” “Bast!” The Nauvree barked from behind him. Lurched up enough to stand on the bench. He waved his arm frantically to summon his twin. What now? Bast strode to him. “They’re talking about the King of Assassins.”

another person added. The whole audience started to point fingers at King Arthur... "I thought he came here to attend the wedding, but clearly, he didn't. What kind of King allows his subjects to spread false rumors, maybe he did it because he's incompetent, and can never be compared to Carl in any way. Why did king Carl even send an invitation to such a shallow-minded king?" King Arthur bowed his head in shame. He gnashed his teeth and clenched his fist. His rage threatening to consume him and his blood was boiling. The humiliation was too much. He couldn't even defend himself.

It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. She smiled a dazzling smile at me, but all I could see in her was a witch of moronic proportions. She actually thought I’d accept her as my queen. “Your Majesty, you have finally arrived,” said one of the kiss-ass council members I called as Lord Beard because he had a beard so long it touched his waist. This man had been in my father’s council since the day he made this kingdom. I wasn’t specifically fond of keeping old men as my advisers—or even keeping advisers, for that matter—but since the first king already established such a stupid culture, I allowed it just to keep up appearances.

I gesture to Ogi to wipe his lips, but instead, I get McKenzies attention. "Oh my god. Why is King with purple lips?" She screams. I can sense all eyes on me. "Awesomesauce..." I say. He's a quarter of mile away. "You're paying for this..." I whisper, knowing that he's listening. I walk towards McKenzie, revenge on my face "Listen up, everybody, McKenzie is speaking her mind. Shut tha funk up so thy Queen Bee does not need to scream. Lord knows she can't survive much longer without her dose... of atention." And then I tell her "MethHead" and smile.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

He went to his flat but he wasn't ready to listen to his ny word. "Why do I stop and with which right are you stopping me?" On his loud voice, his father stopped him, when he turned back and shouted at him. "I'm your father. You have to listen to me." Now he was saying in his dominant and ordering voice. While Shah Zain bitterly smiled at his reaction. "Father. A selfish man like you isn't worthy of calling the father, who for his whole life only thinks about himself and his happiness, and your this happiness took my everything."

She would understand that her father was not as powerful as he pretended to be. And then there were the guards. And the servants. And all those wide eyes and open mouths, drinking in every single detail of this moment like thirsty dogs at a water trough. If he backed down, word would spread. It would travel through every kingdom like wildfire. Malgron, the great king of Ironblood, the devil lycan beast, the almost-god, had been scared of the mad king. Had flinched. Had bowed his head. His reputation would never recover.