Wicked King Book Novels & Stories

Aidan explains where I have to sigh a little, speaking with my father right now is something I can’t do. “Wish I could but with everything, it’s not possible at the minute.” I say looking down a little, I knew coming here would bring up some feelings, but I didn’t think it would be right out of the gate! “I just need to know, did the King do this to me because of what he read in a fairytale book?” I ask which was the biggest question, I knew Emmett had already explained that and the stories did sound so familiar, but I guess there was still a hint of doubt in my mind. “That’s correct, The Kings Apprentice, I believe the story is called. I had never heard of it before you were born, but it’s

He sighs but I just smile, I reckon I would have worried either way. “He told me I was the only person who could help this situation because of who I was, it’s there I got dumped into the deep end of danger that has taken hold of my life.” I sigh looking back into the fire, I won’t deny that I have wished that this situation just deal with itself, but I knew how selfish that sounded. “You’re probably sitting there confused so I’ll explain, it all started when the Kings mother went missing, the King at the time searched and would stop at nothing until his mate was found. His last resort was to use this book, The Dark Secrets Of The Realms. He gave up this throne to Axel and left to search for

"I've told you before my parents were really bad people. When I became king, the kingdom was unsure and the royal court was scared. I wasn't who I am now but the more I ruled the happier the kingdom seemed to be. Point is- my parents were defile." I think for a moment, they were really such villainous people? Did they hurt the kingdom that bad? "So, it's good they're dead?" He nods, "Alright, I forgive you. But no more murdering, alright?" He holds out his pinky, "Pinky promise." I smile and intertwine our pinkies.

He was born to inherit a funeral. The tale of the Werewolf Kingdom's decline stretched back a century. A hundred years ago, the kingdom had stood unrivaled. Its warriors were feared across continents. Its lands flourished. Its population grew stronger with each generation. The Alpha King's bloodline carried blessings directly from the Moon Goddess herself. Then came the witch. No one remembered her real name anymore. Only the devastation she left behind. According to legend, she had loved a wolf king. And according to legend, that love had destroyed her. When her heart shattered, so did her mercy. Using forbidden magic, she created the Everlasting Fig Tree and bound the fate of every werewol

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

“I have next to me the kingdom’s chosen magician. He was personally supported by our very king who mysteriously died after marrying this creature. Monarchs aren’t magicians. They are strong leaders of pure lineage. This imposter stands before you, admitting that she is a mixture of magic and Fae, while supporting and praising the abomination of mutant-vampires. She claims she was chosen by our king to be her wife, but I -who served next to him- have no recollection of such a choice. What I have a recollection of is our good king being offered a human wife that he could make vampire after their wedding in exchange for an alliance. There was no mention of the fact that she was half Fae.”

A tight knot formed in my throat as I choked back a quiet sob. For years, I believed my life was destined to be nothing more than cold iron, blood, and duty. I was the Alpha King, a monster from the loins of another monster, doomed to rule a freezing, hostile realm with a Southern princess only meant for breeding, until some younger, stronger wolf—most likely my own heir, as a nod to the laws of Karma— eventually tore my throat out. I had accepted that fate. I had embraced the cold. And then, my Queen had arrived. Sigrun. A woman brought to my universe by Fate.

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

I shivered, when all three of my wolve soon to be kings growled. Selena said remarkable but what if she actually meant terrible? Were the Wolve Winners more wicked than even the wickedest wolve, and without even knowing it, could I be destined to become the most wicked who’d ever lived?