Wicked King Summary Novels & Stories

My life was calm and carefree. But Vragenn was not inclined towards peace and balance. At the age of eighteen, the white-haired teenager told his father that he wanted the crown and the throne. The father couldn't believe his ears. The brother was raised as a future king, but no one thought that an insensitive, cold and calculating animal was hidden in him. When the father tried to explain to Vragenn that his time had not yet come, he silently turned around and left. An hour later, a messenger pale as marble arrived to us with the news that Ruler Airdville had been killed. My parents, and I with them, rushed to the royal castle. A terrible picture awaited us there: the torn, drained corpse o

It was as if she were about to cry. "Then renounce tomorrow. If that will make you chase your desire, then do it," I said, and she looked shocked, as if she wasn't expecting the words from me."I can't do that. All the witches will be mad at me, and they will be disappointed, they can say I'm too greedy for my desire," she said, and I understand her. If she renounces, the witches will be disappointed in her, and they will paint her as a greedy person. But at least that will make her chase the man she loves and live happily.

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

The face turned toward the camera. Clear. Unmistakable. Victor Blackwood. Sebastian’s father. The founder of the empire. The man everyone believed was too powerful to fall. Marcus broke the silence first. “I see you both recognized him.” Sebastian didn’t respond. His jaw had gone rigid. Ivy forced herself to speak. “That… that has to be manipulated.” Marcus shrugged lightly. “I thought you might say that.” “You’re telling us,” Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?”

King Nial Ocnomad, a short balding man received the report of his return and ordered the gates open. In minutes, the breathless messenger rushed in. Dropping to a knee and leaning to catch his breath. “Tell me!” The King ordered. “He killed him.” The messenger weakly stood. “Which killed which?” Ocnomad’s hands were white knuckled on the arm rests of his fur-coated throne. “The King of Assassins killed Wildling!” “What?” The king leapt to his feet. “How?” He paced. The queen came rushing in. Graying brown hair sweeping the floor as she entered the room, clutching her skirts.

asked Pitter. "I will kill them all!! There is a black magic element in the current kingdom whose existence is so strong, with the help of several high-ranking officials and important ministers, even my mother!!" said king Alaric in a savage tone full of hatred. "They lied to me viciously!! Taking advantage of the kingdom's past wounds of black magicians sending curses, they twist the facts. When I found out that the Guinevere family was innocent after five years of my secret investigation, I discovered that the black magicians had tricked us all. The prophecy is false, and I executed many ministers in recent years using the excuse of stealing people's tax money because they are the real tra

You never could tell these days. She controlled the wind… He shook his head. Simply impossible. Sebastian was a bloodsucker and his wife, a magician or a witch? Explained why the people were so easily swayed to accept them back. The kingdom had been hunting bloodsuckers for centuries but all of a sudden, they were living in peace with them. Perhaps, Aurora used some magic to convince them. "What has you so disturbed, brother?" Justus walked into the stable and sat on a stack of hay.

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.

the king demanded as he entered, and all the servants bowed respectfully. With a snap of his fingers, the king dismissed them, leaving only the three of them in the chamber. “I’m sorry, my king, but she is not who she seems. She’s a witch hiding behind an innocent face. Why can’t you see that?” Afunwa insisted, pointing at the Queen Mother. “May the gods strike your lips if you ever call my beloved wife a witch again! Leave her chamber this instant!” the king yelled. Muttering inaudibly to herself, Afunwa exited the room.

He stood at the side as he watched the men begin to work on the well as they laid planks around the well, and on top of the well, and then others used ropes and tied all planks together in a uniform manner. The King's eyes were blazing cold as his eyes slowly turned red due to the anger crossing his veins. His fangs were out as he felt the urge to ravish someone's heart. A few hours ago, he successfully raided the witch's lair which wasn't so big, it was a small and quiet community but it was unfortunate for them that they had such a noisy and lousy Queen. "That lady must not have a chance to escape with my son! Hugo!!" Hugo in question immediately bowed as he shouted "Sir"