Wicked King Series Novels & Stories

It started with war pleaded with tears and ends with blood Once upon a time there lived an Alpha King named Alejandro king, he was ruthless and stern, he ruled the werewolf kingdom with an iron fist. The werewolf king had a mate, our queen, Ivory King. Our queen was unable to produce us an heir. After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused.

“The pull of your true heritage.” Kane’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The King smirked. “You will.” I stepped forward, cutting through the thick air between us. “Enough games. Who are you?” The King’s expression didn’t waver. “I am Kieran, first of the Forsaken, last true King of the Werewolves.” Jane stiffened beside me. “That’s not possible.” Kieran’s golden gaze flicked to her. “Not according to your history books, no. But your ancestors were liars.”

The late king massacred all of the witches in the North Coven, and it is a kingdom's rule: No witches in the kingdom! "Yes, but there is and she was the one who faked Jaque Davis' death!" "What?! That witch!"

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

The tension in the room was clear as Elijah planted himself firmly before me, creating a barrier between me and the king I so desperately loathed. He was unwavering, his presence a silent vow of protection. Our roles seemed to reverse as he, the supposed pawn of his father, became my shield. “Move, Elijah,” King Nicholas commanded, his voice a rumble of irritation and disbelief. The air crackled with the intensity of his order, the authority behind it a palpable force.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

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.

“Do you have any friends who want to dance with us?” Breeze wiggled her finger at them. “It’s party night. We’re all in the mood to have some fun.” Cedar stood. “Good deeds do pay off.” Jaded finished his drink and stood. “I love party night.” “Me too,” Bestial growled. “Let’s go have a few hours of fun with our females.” 186 Justice

He added and started rubbing our hands with his thumbs. "You will make a splendid king, your Majesty." Calvin admitted from the front, his eyes catching Julian's in the rear view mirror. "And you will have two beautiful Queens." Calvin murmured the last part and averted his gaze to the road. A blush crawled up the side of my face. Beautiful was never a word I had ever used to describe myself. Here Julian and Calvin was using it as if it meant nothing. Confidence grew deep within my mind. "But I will not be king. Not a true one. The prophecy made sure of that." Julian told us. Mikaela perked up again at the words. Intrigue flashed over her face for a second before she settled again, head rest