Why Was The Mad King Mad Novels & Stories

He was supposed to watch him ram women like the monster that he is. How disgusting of him. No one had ever spoken about this side of him before. It seemed just like how people had a lot to say, but they also had a lot they didn’t say about the Mad King. He was obsessed with sex and was relentless, like a possessed beast. Valen's finger curled into a fist as the image burned into him. He was a virgin, and seeing this act displayed in front of him made him feel awkward, nervous, and shy. He turned on his heel and was about to leave the chamber.

I pulled the trigger immediately, and she screamed louder than ever, but she didn't die because the barrell hadn't gotten to the bullet. "Third time's a charm," I said to her with a smirk as I held the trigger. She shook vehemently for a while. Then she stared into my eyes, and I didn't break contact. She tried to play smart. I knew Marco was ill, and she knew that I wouldn't hurt him, but what she has forgotten is that I also knew Marco could rarely remember any of them. He had a problem with his brain, I had forgotten his condition, but he could barely recognise himself, and he had been stripped of his position as the don a long time ago.

He smugly said, and mockingly looked at the Were Elder of the Dark Wood Pack – who was now clenching his jaw in annoyance because the tables were now turned briefly in just a matter of seconds. “Maybe, someone had sabotaged her, right? And the competition wouldn’t resume if this case isn’t solved yet. I don’t want to be addressed like an incompetent king. This is an order. So, whoever denies this, you make sure to end their life.” King Hades – with his most ruthless and merciless stoic voice – stated. With that, no one dared to say a single word. Everyone in the room kept their thoughts. No one ever tried to reason it out – for they knew how serious he was now.

He turned to me and growled, “Why did you interfere?” I swallowed hard and a cold chill ran down my spine, “Because if I didn’t, you would’ve killed your mother. And you would have truly become what they call you—the Mad King.” A dangerous rage flashed in his eyes, “Look Amara,” he snarled, “I don’t need your help. If you ever interfare in my affairs again…” He let the words hang and I scoffed, stepping forward. “You know, for someone that cries about being abandoned by the whole world. You sure don't put any effort in appreciating people “

Princess Amethyst said to the Mad King. Even when she knows their father had only kept her away from the world only because he was expecting her mother the queen would give birth to a son one day, but her mother died and he had to marry another woman who later gave birth to two sons, The Mad King and the Giant prince Danes Killian. Axel was completely shocked, his parents had kept such a huge secret from the world. He didn't realize. And The mad king rose from the throne, his movements was with vicious resolves,

Anwen looked so hard for him to reach. Elsewhere, Odette, who was in the middle of the capital, found newspapers in yellow scattered on the street. On the first page was news about Rion. It was stated in the headline that the king had gone mad, and it became the biggest threat to the prosperity of the kingdom. People were talking about it. Her heart sank when she saw the news. Who had spread the news about Rion’s mental condition? How could these kinds of newspapers spread all around the kingdom? “The mad king? Who dares to spread the news?”

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

I know about my family's incest. My great great great grandfather became obsessed with the fact we share blood with the last King. To enhance that blood he refused to allow his son to mate anyone but his own sister. The tradition carried down all the way to my father. But his Aunt/Mother was so inbred she could only produce one child. A male... My father. He didn't have a sister to mate. He sees it as he ruined the line. He made a half-Kincaid with his true mate. He feels like I am weak because of this. He also thinks since he is the last full-blooded Kincaid he should be the next King.

One maid in particular couldn’t pick that up and kept on chapping her mouth away. “Mr King,” she began again just when he thought she had her fill of speaking. “Please,” he raised his head and looked at the maid. She squirmed under his gaze. So, she wasn’t as comfortable as she was trying to let on. He simply smiled instead of telling her to shut up. “Call me Kane, all of you. Mr King is a name reserved for my father, especially inside these walls.” The woman, Lisa as he recalled, visibly regained her confidence, looking all to happy to accept his request. “Kane,” she tested the name on her lips, making no effort to hide the blush that surfaced. “I have a small request to make of you.”

"Maddie? As in Malcolm's sister, Maddie?" It was the maid who had come to get the Prince who responded to him, "Yes, your majesty, miss Maddie was the first to fall ill." She said bluntly. The King's face had started to turn red and he stormed out of his study past his son and the maid, heading to the guest's rooms where Maddie was in recovery. While hurrying down the corridor, the Prince was shortly behind his father who suddenly looked back at him, fury filling his eyes "Why didn't anyone tell me that it was Maddie who had fallen sick?! What else don't I know?!" His voice echoed in the hallway and a short distance away, Maddie and Drizella stopped what they were doing to look to the doorwa