Novel & Cerita 2 King 17 Kjv

This didn’t mean anything to the king. “Which kingdom is that, can we go there now?” he asked, “I hold no knowledge of that my king, it was not revealed to me.” Said the chief priest and cut the call. The king returned to his seat. “What did he say?” asked the queen. “That the gods are quiet and all they reveal is some poor kingdom with happy people.” Said the king. “Maybe that is where we will find help for the prince. Do you know this kingdom my king?” she asked and the king shook his head.

He said and bows down. The king threw the cup he’s holding and spoke, “If the son of the previous King is really alive, you need to find Seokjin so we would know where he brought the prince. Bring him here by hook or by crook.” The king commanded, “And find the old testament; I need it.” “We’ll go ahead, Dear King.” They stood up and went out of the palace. The king was agitatedly thinking, “I didn’t know that you successfully took away your child, King. I never thought there’d be a problem… but I’ll kill your son by my own hands. He couldn’t possibly be a hindrance to my plan.”

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

"I beg you, Father. Spare us. I will do whatever you ask, but do not let your anger destroy your own flesh and blood. I love Benjamin, and this child... this child is a part of him, a part of me, and a part of you. Please, show mercy." The silence that followed was thick with tension, the king's stern visage faltering as her words settled upon him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the king spoke, his voice cold and unwavering. "Very well. Prepare yourself to be wed within seven days. If you fail, I will have that child come out of you forcefully like a growing seed being plucked out of the soil." He warned.

"I won't." He spat on the carpet and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him. The silence he left behind was suffocating. Jace stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door, his whole body trembling with adrenaline. "You did it," I said. "You stood up to him." "It doesn't matter." "Jace—" "It doesn't matter." He turned to face me, and his expression was hard. Closed off. The King was back, armor fully in place. "He's not going to stop. He's going to keep coming, and as long as you're near me, you're in danger."

Chapter Two “Do you want me to undress myself… or will you rip it off me, my king?” Liana’s voice was soft, yet it carried through the heavy silence of the king’s private chamber. She had not meant to say it, not with all the courtiers gone, not when they were finally alone. But the words slipped out, shameless, trembling on the edge of defiance. Kael turned from the tall arched window where the moonlight streamed across his shoulders. His golden eyes gleamed in the shadows, pinning her as surely as if he had chained her to the bed.

“Come on Lazarus, lets get you back to the house.” Lazarus shrugged the Kings hand off never leaving his gaze where his daughters walked. He craved to just hold his baby girls now knowing the truth. He heard his Babys bashing this so called boss down the hallway. Five years, five years and it felt like eternity. The King put his hand back on his shoulders, Lazarus turned around and snarled at him. Raja walked up and pulled Lazarus away from the King. Cassius and Byron stepped up close to Zephyr.

The sounds his mate made caused his body to react in a strange way. The next swallow, the king gripped the glass tighter; his chest rose high as he breathed in. His moan was cut short when the glass ran empty, and no more blood flowed into his mouth. The king pulled the glass back and looked at it before his tongue darted out as he tried to lick the last drops clinging to the inside. Roman bit his lip when he watched the king's tongue reach for the last drops of his blood. He pressed his thighs together tighter, and Ezra's head snapped in his direction as a whimper slipped past his lips.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

I teased. It was no kept secret that the Alpha king had a reputation for keeping exotic creatures. He also had a reputation for being cold. He had wiped out whole clans and packs within his rule, everyone was weary of him, he was a legend in itself, said to have descended from the Goddess herself. He was unstoppable, a story to tell children into scaring them straight. “You… Genesis I am… Have you never seen the king,” he fumbled, appearing almost shocked.