Wicked King Series Novels & Stories

Important Note: For every two years that passes, the royals blood age one year. So for the rest of Wahala. Robb Ainsworth has ruled for a hundred years according to the calculations but he has aged only fifty since ruling... Robb Ainsworth, the alpha king’s father, had fallen asleep with the moon goddess for the last three years after a hundred years of ruling as alpha king. This was the way of the Wahala kingdom. Every king who had successfully marked a hundred years of ruling had fallen asleep. These kings either pass on to the life beyond or to wake as alpha of alphas. A majority of the former kings had slept and passed on to the life beyond. Only a few had woken up from the sleep. The sl

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

The king was met by several large Werewolves, who all seemed to want to have a word with him. The king inclined his head, nodding occasionally and kept walking forward, the other men scrambling to keep up with him. Akari could feel the interested stares of the king’s court as their little entourage made its way through the crowded halls of the palace itself.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

It was his way of saying he didn’t want to continue the conversation, but the king either didn’t pick up on it or didn’t care. “Sometimes I miss that little group,” the king sighed. “Although I’ll never forget what that witch did to Alaric.” The next second, Dad dropped his knife and fork to the plate. At the same moment, my pulse raced. The witch…Adelaide? What had she done to Alaric? Could that be part of the reason why they had possibly both been wiped from existence? I felt a pair of eyes boring into me, and made eye-contact with the king. At first he glared at me, then softened his expression, and tilted his head, slightly, as if he was studying me.

He was the crown prince and cannot be touched. Now he has become King. I swore revenge. It’s blood or blood. The only way to get closer to the King without suspicion is to take part in the King’s game, win and become his shadow and so I have trained all day and all night to be strong enough to take on that position by his side and from that very position, torture awaits him. I will torment him until he runs mad and dies from the inside before i finally kill him physically and then, I would escape like nothing happened just like he did with Stacy’s death.

"You're not stealing me." "Feels like stealing you." He pulls me into the bushes again. Just like the other side, it's a narrow gap. I'm pressed close, breathing in his smell, just like my fantasy from a few minutes ago. I shiver, trying to get a hold of myself, but this guy's driving me crazy. "You're helping me." I try to push him away, but I might as well try to bite through steel. "That's all." "Let's pretend it's something more." He's talking to me, but he's looking around like he's waiting for something. "It's more fun if I'm the dashing commoner stealing a princess out from under the nose of the evil, dastardly king."

Elara was looking at him, she heard him very carefully. "Adrain, let me tell you one thing, you still can not beat my father, he is one of the strongest Alpha in the entire werewolf world. He holds the title of the Alpha King. I do not agree and do not deny any of your allegations. But I still want you to solve this matter with talking not with fighting. I am saying this because in my childhood I have heard almost every story of bravery of my father, but the thing that you are saying is still complicated. I am not taking sides with anyone here, but I know my father, he will never take the life of any innocent. Adrain, you are my mate. And I don't want to lose you. Your pack may be powerful,

My mind tried to comprehend how one could move that fast as I strained to hear their words. My ear perking up as the newly made sneered, laughing sardonically, "The King of Vampires graces a low life with his presence". The King of Vampires, I thought, my eyes going round as saucers and the newly made continued, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Jacob?" And the floodgate of memories unleashed itself on my mind.

"He might...he might finally kill me once and for all, but don't worry. I want to go. I'm too old." I began crying loudly. The voice from Draconius telling me to be quiet, was ignored. Why must The King kill everyone?! "I can't," I accidentally say out loud. "Hunnie you and your babies must go. Be free and live life. You are a very powerful witch that can most certainly go unnoticed by The King. I can sense your cloaking spell and it does wonders hiding you and your children." Why does he and the blond hair vampire lady, calla my child children, or babies. Am I having twins?