Wicked King Series Novels & Stories

he whispered “no....” luke said stopping “not sick... nasty, say it to me my king” luke whispered “your nasty” luke said making luke moan . He took a breath at the way his moan made him move grinding against him hard now the matress groaning “who do you want inside you” he demanded “my king” luke whispered, he let go of his hip to grab handfuls of that soft hair “no! Say my name” he demanded as he pulled his backside up to him pushing that head down into the mattress

William’s voice merged with the beautiful notes of the goddess. Vragenn listened in fascination to this dual voice. I looked, not daring to move - unable to move! - as the young man stopped in front of him at arm's length and raised a black sword. The Night Raven pierced the Lord's chest. Dark Power enveloped the blade, piercing the vampire king's body, arching it and shaking it with piercing pain. William pulled out his sword, taking a step back. Vragenn lowered his head, looking at the gaping wound in his chest. He touched her with his hand, staining his fingers with blood. A crazy smile appeared on the king's lips. The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longin

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

I smirked while playing with my scythe, eyeing him intently. He is Warrick, the King of the Demon Kingdom, who was blessed directly by the Demon God and undefeated for centuries. He had killed and slave humans while taking advantage of their weaknesses. This demon should be punished. Then, King Desmond and Vladimir—the fake King of the witches, joined the giant demon. I smirked as I read King Desmond's and Vladimir's mind. Vladimir said, 'Tsk. This girl is weak.' "Don't underestimate me, Vladimir," I said but didn't look at him and he was dumbfounded.

The Alpha King clutched his beloved mate in his arms, hastening toward their spacious king size bed. Their kiss was ravenous and with deep passion each time they came together. This was something that they both had wanted from the start, but failed to do it. And the opportunity had finally presented itself, and both wanted to savour the moment.

Rheanna stood behind her mother's chair, reflecting her rage as she glared down at the Noble Werewolf who turned to the King instead. "They're obviously lying, Your Majesty. Everyone knows that the witches are capable of anything, including fabricating evidence! They're trying to place the blame on my family to keep their involvement a secret!" Davian's words were received with a cold glare as King Stefan banged the folder on the table hard, the sound sending chills through every single werewolf as the Alpha King's energy surrounded the room. He was not pleased and it caused a visceral reaction through every single werewolf around, including Davian who reared back at the glare he was receivi

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

“Who are you?” One brow lifted faintly, almost with amusement, though his eyes remained sharp and unreadable. For a long moment he studied her as if she were a question he had already expected to find in the middle of the night. Then he inclined his head just enough to acknowledge that she had earned the truth. “Kael,” he said. “Alpha King.” The words hit her harder than the moon ceremony, harder than Rovan’s rejection, harder than the guards reaching for her in the dark. Aira’s breath caught and refused to move for a second, her mind scrambling for anything solid enough to hold. Kings did not appear in border forests. Kings did not stand alone in the snow and speak to rejected women. Kings

"Trust me little one, if we could kill all the ghabiun we would be set and not have to worry about these sorts of problems." Belle started to descend down the stairs until Elijah turned and looked at her. He sneered when he saw who it was. He focused back to the king. "All I am doing is telling you the truth..." He then pointed towards Belle. "They do not want dirty blood to soil the Royal Line!" As soon as he said that, he started to turn his head. Out of nowhere the King fist his hand together and landed a punch on his cheek. Elijah held onto his cheek with the blow that was made. Zephyr's rage was so bad at the moment , he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him off of his

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.