روايات وقصص ضمن A Hologram For The King Novel

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.

Eden's POV Three days passed in a haze of numbness and mechanical routine, going through the motions at the hospital while avoiding all calls from my family and former friends. I checked on my mysterious patient every shift, the man everyone called the Rogue King, though no one could tell me his real name, and each time I entered his room, I felt that strange pull again, stronger than before.

Out of fear, and then it spoke the name that had haunted a billion dead realities. “The Nameless King.” The ruler of the Forgotten Ones smiled. Then his gaze locked onto me, and everything inside me turned cold because he was not looking at me as an enemy. He was looking at me as if I were something he had been searching for his entire life.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

For a man who faints at the first sight of his white-lotus first love, and a heroine who weaponizes her own tears like a loaded shotgun. I open my eyes, looking at the pair of them through a completely clear, icy lens. The delusion is dead. It didn’t just die; it rotted and fell away. I desperately, honestly hope that Hades—the ruthless, terrifying Alpha King from the novel—isn’t as mind-numbingly infuriating as these two absolute goddamn idiots. If the ruler of the empire is this stupid, the whole kingdom deserves to burn. “Wow,” a gravelly whisper vibrates right against my shoulder blade.

It was a portrait of a fierce young man with piercing golden eyes. Killian. Beneath the flawless illustration, a single line of elegant script was written: > *The Last King has awakened.* > The masked woman frowned, leaning closer. "So the prophecy was never actually about defeating the Voidborn?" The man let out a soft, amused chuckle. "No. That was merely the opening act." He gently closed the massive book, a small cloud of dust filling the air. "The true game begins now." Suddenly, one of the floating books nearby violently burst into flames. The fire didn't burn orange or red; it was a deep, consuming pitch-black. A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing col

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

I glared at her before turning my attention back to the king. "If I—" King Zion started. "I found something from your mate!" I blurted quickly, cutting the king off mid-sentence, lifting the novel for him to see. The moment his eyes fell on it, I swear they softened for a bit before they turned dark. Even without my wolf, I could feel the temperature shift and become cold. He approached, his eyes narrowing into slits. I took a step backward, my legs buckling and hands shaking as I attempted to open the pages and show him the letter before he wrapped his hand around my neck.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

He scoffed and moved away from her immediately, his disbelieving eyes glued to her face. ***************** Somewhere in the dark... A lady from the Gada Kingdom stood in front of a man. A man who was not from the Gada Kingdom. "Are you really sure about this?" The man asked, his eyes growing more dark. "Of course, Marshal. I can never bring fake news to you. The Healer's connected to the King and if you can get to her and kill her, the King would be dead as well" the lady answered with a smirk.