King Tommen Novels & Stories

she chuckled. Mitzie looked at Emma like she’d forgotten she was in the room. Mitzie stared at her so long, Emma became uncomfortable and began fidgeting her fingers. “I…I’m just saying, Your Highness. Mr. Damos… I mean, Commandant Orthos would not take well to his wife or the king starving.” Just as she said that Mitzie’s stomach gave a loud growl. Mitzie looked down in shock, as Emma giggled with her hands over her mouth.

I glanced at the chessboard on the top of the table, knight against the king. A knight has more freedom compared to the king. And it's happening right now to us. My father will always be the most powerful, but his hands are currently full of responsibilities. Meanwhile, his most trusted allies have all the time to spare, they are capable of getting rid of my father off his throne if they all decide for a mutiny. I tried to open the door by the terrace, but it was also locked. I wrapped my fist with a towel and shattered the glass on the door, then I reached outside for its knob and opened it.

"Shut up!" One of the men yelled as he slapped her hard on the cheek. He had tattoos all over his hands and was obviously the leader of his little thug clique. "Are you going to keep denying that you don't know where he is?!" Loki spat out blood weakly. She was totally disheveled, her body was already feeble and she was exhausted about life already. These hopeless thugs might as well just kill her since there was no way she could know where her stepbrother disappeared to since the last six months.

Sinking down onto the hay where Helen and Yelda had been seated just moments ago, Sophie tried to catch her breath as her mind struggled to process the unfolding events. "The King requires your presence," a voice snapped her out of her reverie as she looked up to find one of Ragnar's men standing by the door ushering her to follow him. She just wished it was Athelstan instead as he felt the closest to home at that moment, but all she could do was wish.

“Something feels wrong here.” I agreed. “They’re too tense. More than usual.” “Like they’re waiting for something.” I didn’t like it. The guards stationed outside Tommen’s office didn’t stop me as I approached. They merely exchanged glances before stepping aside. Inside, Alpha Tommen sat behind his large wooden desk, his sharp gaze unreadable. Despite the streaks of gray in his hair, he still carried the presence of a warrior. He had always been a man of strategy and control, never making a move without weighing every possible outcome. Today, however, his posture was unusually stiff.

I’m sure he was wondering, How come? Tommy snickered, the sound grating on my nerves. He could laugh? Robots don't laugh, do they? “The difference between a king and a demon lies in the fact that while the former has a soul, the latter’s never heard of it.” Tommy glanced at the dead goon, security, then me. Jesus! I couldn’t feel Kaida Crawford anymore, only a chicken in a tuxedo. “I’ve seen worse, Kaida Crawford. You don't scare me,” Tommy’s voice was low.

She called out to the stranger ahead, almost running to him. Iver’s ears perked up instantly, as his gaze went back to the man. The familiar name rang in his head…no damn way! He didn’t just touch a random man, but the Alpha king! Shit! His stomach dropped with a loud thud, as his face palmed himself. The man who he had just groped shamelessly, was the ruler of Drathmoor, the one whose approval was needed to become the head warrior. And worst…Faiz had looked at him as if he was just dirt underneath his boot.

"Just get to the point and tell us why you're here, and why you are terrorizing the Warmblood pack?" "Christopher, go tell Alfrick and the others to cease their fun and leave the wolf-shifters for now," King Tomas waved his hand at the blond hair vampire at the door. "Yes, sire," he bowed before leaving to carry out his king's order. "See, I can be kind-hearted too," he threw back his head and laughed. "That's a good one, sire," Kingston added with a little chuckle of his own. Alpha Daniel growled. "What?" Tomas asked the Alpha. "You don't find me funny, Alpha Daniel?"

Tomson introduced his family to the guests. Elma was a seventeen-year-old girl. She bowed to the two kings and said, "I am blessed to meet you both. Thanks for coming to your house." Alpha Tomson smiled at his daughter. "She is my only child. She is turning eighteen next year. I am looking for a good man for him. It's sad that both of the gentlemen here are reserved," he said, glancing at King Aaron and then Oliver. Tomson's eyes stayed on Oliver for a little while as Oliver was not engaged, or there was no official public announcement of his being committed to any woman. Flora was his rumored girlfriend, and he thought once he was done with her, he would move on to someone next.

What happened to him A black figure emerged from behind...My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets realizing who it was. No no no no...Adam fucking Black. This is The new King!!. My stupid arrogant, shady, most annoying mate is the king. That's why his dad looked so familiar except for his eyes. Now I am defiantly never gonna even try being his mate. Not like I was ever going to.