Wicked King Book Novels & Stories

The king was crossing the courtyard of Ironbough toward the woman in the green wedding gown lying in the dirt at the foot of the high table, and the king's face had the small impossible look of a man who had just been struck across the cheek by a god, and Garrick — who had opened his mouth to ask his king what are you doing, what is happening, what do you see — closed it again, because Garrick had been Vaelor's Beta for nineteen years and Garrick had learned, in that time, that there were one or two moments in any man's life when even a Beta could not interrupt and live with himself afterward. This was one of those moments. So Garrick sat very still on the back of his own horse and watched.

I hope he will be alright and everything will fall into place when she wakes up. ********** * Alpha King Jack * “Are you certain about your decision your majesty? It might be too early for the Prince to take over, although I do not doubt that he can serve the role very well.” I took a deep breath and face the old man. “I’ve never been serious in all my life Maleficus, Vincent is ready a long time ago. He has proven himself to me in more ways than one, I am just trying to make sure that his enemies would somehow retreat. Being the Alpha King will give him more power and strength. His enemies will now fear him and think a dozen times before crossing his way.”

"My fault, how dare you say that it's my fault. You turn a blind eye to the mistakes of a King just because he has power and can take away anyone he wants without anyone's permission." "Let me go!" I jerked roughly the grip of my hand on her neck, and she took a deep breath, panting. Her face turned red and her eyes bulged angrily. "You are very compatible with that woman, she is rude and rebellious. Just take her away from here, I don't want them to reconcile like that." I grinned sarcastically, "That means you want the death of the King and prepare for the destruction of the Lycan throne because the Werewolf will regain its rights in this land!"

He said and placed the books on the table. “Thank you.” The king told him. “Did you get any use of the other books?” “What other books?” “The princess came by to get books about breedmates some time ago.” Breedmates? “Ah, it must be about Corinna.” The king said but seemed to have other ideas in his head that he didn’t reveal. “Have you heard anything about Corinna?” The professor shook his head. “Your Majesty. Whoever is keeping her is hiding her well or perhaps, she doesn’t want to be found.”

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

The man standing in front of me now was no longer the dying werewolf I once saved. He was the Wolf King who ruled over everything. And I was no longer a sheltered heiress, either. After my parents died in an accident, our family company was seized by a rival corporation. Now, I was nothing more than a pitiful hanger-on, living at someone else's mercy. The laughter, music, and dancing in the hall fell into dead silence at the king's anger.

Though invisible, her scent betrayed her. The King rose on two legs, his wolf body towering. In a flash like lightning, his claws struck forward. They sank deep into flesh. Mecah appeared, blood spilling from her chest, her mouth opening in shock. “You disgusting witch,” the King roared, his voice vibrating with fury. “How dare you torment me?” She gasped, choking, unable to speak. “I warned you,” his voice shook the earth. “The next time you touched what was mine, it would be your end.”

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

Prime Minister Si put his head down and said in a pitiful voice, "Master, the king is suspecting me for the attack on the royal family that occurred many years ago. He is keeping a close eye on me and my family at all times. What should I do?" The person smirked and replied, "Don't worry. The King can't lay a finger on you and your family. I eliminated all the royals in one night, and they still can't find me. They are fools who don't even deserve to be royals." "It is said that Alexander is the wisest, most powerful, cunning, and merciful ruler, but he can't even prove that you are a criminal, let alone find me. That fool!" Xander Si smiled, realizing that his master was right. Many years a

Hudson was wasting no time severing the tether. Despite Victoria’s howls of protest, Blake had stood firm as the dominant male. Whispers suggested Victoria intended to use her pheromones to ensnare Hudson once more, but the wreckage of the room proved her seduction had failed. Keely made to retreat, but Victoria’s voice, cold as a winter moon, halted her. “Keely, where are you slinking to? Do I smell of such madness that you must flee my presence?” A chill ran down Keely’s spine. She entered with a submissive tilt of her head. “My Lady, I only thought you required rest after the Alpha’s departure.”