Hero King Novels & Stories

King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. Alpha King Maximus Northwood.

Atlas, Adonis, and Xerxes “I think of Adonis because he is so beautiful, but then he would not only be known for his beauty but for his strength, which makes Atlas more suitable; also, he will succeed me when I am no more and will rule the Titans, who are the heroes. He would be the hero among heroes, which makes me think about Xerxes.” “He will be called Xerxes. He is a hero among heroes. His parents are warriors, and I know he will become a great warrior someday,” Laika said.

It will reveal truth. The cover creaks as I open it. And there he is. The first image—etched in faded ink but vivid as flame—is Darius. Not as I’ve seen him in this world, in the house, or in the woods. But as something more regal. He stands with his horns on full display, his body wrapped in armor forged from obsidian and bone. Broad shoulders, sharp eyes, the stance of a man who commands kingdoms. A herd king.

THE ROGUE KING. Keondra turned to look at him. “I know who you are!” Hilda repeated and walked to him. His eyes and fangs returned to normal as he packed his hair and walked back to his truck. “I know you!” Hilda followed him. “No you don't.” He climbed into his truck. “The Rogue King.” She smiled. “You are the Rogue King.” “You don't know what you are saying, go home.” He started the vehicle but Keondra planted herself in front of it. “Tell your friend to move out of the way.” He looked down at her.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

The right warrior quickly seized the opportunity, his spear hooking onto the left warrior's helmet, sending it clattering to the ground. "Hommes!" A commanding voice shouted from the grandstand above. The crowd gasped in surprise. "That’s Prince Hommes," Veronica quickly whispered, assuming I didn’t know. But of course, I did. His golden hair, now free from the helmet, cascaded down his back, framing his striking, familiar face. His deep blue eyes and handsome features were impossible to forget. He was the future king. As I shifted my gaze, I spotted the man who had called out. His features were similar—golden hair, blue eyes—but Prince Caesar wore a regal crimson cloak. The resemblance betw

Devastation, fury, and terror crashed through me at once. “What am I?” I demanded as I stepped toward him. Hade said nothing. I moved closer with my voice breaking. “You have been looking for me for ten years. Someone tried to kill me with my parents and now your Beta says they know what I am.” Tears stung my eyes. “So tell me, Hade. What the hell am I?” He stared at me and for the first time I saw genuine unease in the Monster King’s face. His usual cold control cracked just enough to reveal the storm beneath. He reached out as if to touch my shoulder then stopped himself.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.