Wicked King Book Novels & Stories

I gritted out, my tone clear and stable. I could feel his burning gaze on me, Zerth threatening to reveal himself as I used my throne. It wasn't my fault they were too weak to protect themselves from the Demons and Devils of Viagra. Instead, they needed help from those who bare no soul. Thus they pledged allegiance and I became the King of Kings. Either way, all this could be changed in a breathe that I know, that is why I shall see each kingdom crumble before that ever happens. The table shook and I sighed, knowing fully well Fat King Rodrick of the Witches And Wizards was about to open his cowardly mouth,

I give Marcus his gift after the cake. It is a book. Old. The cover worn smooth at the corners. Inside, the history of King Alaric's reign — edited carefully, the dangerous parts removed, the good parts kept. The stories of what the Lycan kingdom looked like when someone led it with both strength and care. Festivals. Alliances. The way ordinary wolves lived under a king who remembered he was one of them. Marcus holds it with both hands. Looks at the cover. Looks at me. "Is this a real king?" he asks.

The king became so happy to get the book. But he didn't know that it was a fake book. He had the key of the book. He took the key and went to open the book. But he didn't know that the key was also fake. His son Prince Wang Lei took the key and placed the fake key on it's place. So he easily opened the fake book with the fake key. He read the book and try to do the skills. The fake skills was written by Jiao Long. He made the fake skills very hard. So the king couldn't able to learn it or do it. So Chenyin and the others were able to close this chapter.

So I try again. "Now that you know you have no hope of defending yourself, why don't we start over. My name is Octavius Bishop, and I am the King of Werewolves. I am immune to all fairy magic, and I want to know what you are doing here...on my land," I ask while sliding my hand around his throat and moving in front of him. The size difference between us makes me smirk. He can't be more than 5'4", making him a good foot shorter than me. He has zero muscle mass, and his eyes scream how weak he is mentally.

Before the guards on stage could even react, more than a dozen rogue-looking wolves flooded through the lower entrances, roaring and charging the stage. Thinking fast, my adrenaline spiked. I whipped my hands up, violently yanking and twisting against the leather restraints binding my wrists together. We need to get out now, or we’re going to be collateral damage in whatever war just started. With a final, desperate wrench, the leather strap slipped loose. I tore the bindings off my wrists and immediately lunged over to Eleanore, ripping her hands free just as Christopher surged into motion behind us, tearing through his own restraints before turning to untie a trembling Maria. "Move! Go!" C

His face hardened, and he responded, “The child belongs here. Once you’re married, I will send for the other one. I will take him by force if necessary.” Dread twisted in my gut as I imagined the devastation Nicholas could unleash upon Alexander, Victor and their people. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to remain steady. “No. That is the deal. My children do not need to be part of this. We will have others with stronger dragon blood.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but I pushed on, knowing I had no other choice. The king hesitated, visibly torn. Reluctantly, he nodded. Relief mingled with suspicion. I knew from experience that Nicholas’s promises were like smoke—insubstantial and fl

A fast kid. His book of choice and the one he's dead set on learning how to read is The King's Faceless Wife. Victor and Mirra had stayed true to their words for Lady Waina and had finished the book after I returned. The ending was beautiful. Victor and Mirra had planned me that happiest ending with a loving Husband and many many kids. The book has already been copied over a million times, sold and given away not just to our Kingdom's people but also to visitors form other Kingdoms who had wanted a copy.

“A new King was rising among the people and his bloodline, that of the king of old, was not willing to relinquish his throne either. That same power madness infected his mind and he began to purge the lands of any white wolves he came across on his battlefield. Not that there were many, as the flaws in our kind make their birth almost impossible. He broke the laws, and killed his own, and to hide his secrets he killed all that were linked to them and purged the packs of any trace. You see, losing our kind in battle raises no questions, and he knew he could never let a white wolf rise. Such is his need for that power, that he married a witch wolf, and hid her identity because he thought she w

He was going to pay for everything he took from me. Hazel was released after I pleaded my loyalty and also because he needed her still. What was the rogue king without his precious witch? Who was going to ensure he traumatised everyone with his selfish intent? We were in his library as he bent his round fat head over a book, a book we werewolves had no business with, but he had it anyways. He was the rogue king after all. It was the book of black magic, filled with black spells that could end us all if wielded in the powerful hands.

he whispered back roughly, punishing me with his kiss. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me while you look at Magnus. I want you to desire him as much as I do. I can already taste his lust for us." The king was about to lift me but I pushed him back against the wall roughly. I kneel, taking his erection into my mouth. "Watch him," I demanded and let his girth invade my lips.