King Of Junga
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The first book of The Cunningham Series!! If you want, read the "I Am A Demon" story first. It really doesn't matter but I make little jokes about it.
The king of Junga, a Russian realm, is KC Cunningham and he is adopted by well, werewolves. He didn't want to be thrusted into the world of mythology (though he likes it). His family, the Cunninghams, not only are werewolves but they believe in Egyptian Mythology. They're also related to the God of Sky and War, Horus.
KC is the Donna of a Mafia, he's a king, he's the fiancé of the Russian God of Death, his bodyguards are Russian Gods too. He's in a whole word of mythology.
What happens when they all are thrusted into a war? What happens when there is a traitor amongst them? Can KC save his kingdom while saving Earth?
*WARNING THIS CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS, PROFANITY, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, ETC.
I know that the Russians has a different mythology, but I made up my own so, don't hate!
There's also a little romance, because I'm a hopeless romantic. There is also MxM/BxB/MxB relationships. If you do not like reading about those then don't.
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