Wicked King Series Novels & Stories

Rayvinn. Does she think she could hurt his son and go scot-free? “Zaar?” “Get me a witch who produces herbs. Lethal ones.” Zaar blinked. “Your Majesty?” When King's eyes fell on him, he nodded frantically. “Yes!” As he watched him go, the look on King's became cruel, bloodthirsty, the kind of look that'll send shivers down anyone's spine because King was now out for revenge! She took his child away from him but he won't just take hers, he will destroy her womb!

I had never met any of the other kings but had heard about the various shifter kings of our realm. There were four ruling kings: my father, King Alexander of the werewolves, King Phanton Armand of the were-cats, King of the rogues, and then the king of the bears, whose name I did not know. They just called him King. There was another King, said to rule the jungle, but he had not been heard of in many years.

He settles me on the counter as he hurriedly goes through the drawers to find something for me while I sit there like an obedient child waiting for her mom to pick her clothes. Azriel breaks my trains of thought, picking me up. He slides a wine red colored top on me which reaches till my mid-thigh and then makes me wear the same colored socks which reach till my knees. I look at the outfit with a frown, he's dressing me like a doll . . . his doll. He smiles ruffling my hair before he picks me up and begins walking out of the room. I clutch onto his shirt scared of what kind of people I'm going to meet now. Everyone knows the King family is very ruthless.

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

The morning sunlight filtered through the leaves above us, casting dappled shadows across his face as he continued. "King Alaric was the last true king of all werewolves. He was wise, fair, and possessed a rare power – the ability to see glimpses of the future. The same power that is now manifesting in you." My hand flew to my mouth. "The visions..." He nodded. "It's a gift that runs through the royal blood. But it's also what led to the kingdom's downfall." "What happened?" I whispered. "Betrayal," Tobias said, his face darkening. "Several high-ranking members of the king's council grew jealous of his power and his ability to always stay one step ahead of any threats. They orchestrated a co

he was talking about. All a bunch of rich thieves and fools, in my opinion, King Ariah, the arrogant king of winged men, foolish King Damian king of werewolves and Lycans, and king Alec, the evil king of vampires. "What is it you want? " I asked not flinching even for a second, maintaining my dignity. I felt a hand grab my neck, in a second the vampire king had super sped toward me was now was tightening his hold around my neck. I gasped a little as he slowly squeezed,

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.

“That'd be because a Greek has never let you fuck her before.” Wicked releases her hand and then wraps his fingers around the base of Eles’ throat, “and what is it that you are insinuating, Eleni Drakos?” He murmurs, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “I’m not good enough for you, is that it?” Ele licks her lips and casually flips her hair over her shoulder, seemingly unfazed by Wicked's hand gripping her throat. “You fancy yourself a King but have trouble bowing to a Queen, Wicked Ripley. You are self-entitled with an ego bigger than your shoe size, and it’s a turn-off. It’s no wonder why you have been single all this time and why no-”

“Tell them why you are choosing her over me.” Mark finally looked at me. And that was when I knew. There was no regret. No guilt. Nothing. “Stop this madness,” my mother Kaia said as she held my arm tight. “You are humiliating this family.” I ripped my arm away. “You have been humiliating me my entire life, so I guess we are even.” Astrid gasped dramatically, turning to Queen Dena with an apologetic smile. “I am so sorry about this, Your Highness,” she said, placing a hand on her chest. “My sister, she’s always been like this. A liar. Completely delusional.”