A Hologram For The King Novel Novels & Stories

My fingers brushed the map, tracing meaningless lines as I tried to gather the courage to say it. “There’s something I didn’t tell you,” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “Something that happened while you were gone.” His eyes darkened. “Go on.” I swallowed hard. “A man came into the palace.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “What! A man?” I lifted my gaze to his, meeting the storm brewing there. “The Rogue King.” The silence that followed was deafening, it was àlmost like he was fighting hard to believe what I had just said.

they were pitch black, and there was not a hint of remorse or humanity. Annoyance blazed inside of me. "Welcome, children of fate," he said, but it wasn't his voice. The Hollow King. I tensed up, and Zion stepped forward protectively, his shoulders tense. The Hollow King—wearing Callum's body like a borrowed coat—smiled. But his eyes stayed dead and emotionless. "I'll save us all some time," he said, stepping over the corpse as if it were nothing but a broken piece of furniture. "Hand over the scroll."

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

His crown leaked grey water. “Amara.” Grandmother recoiled at the sound of her name. He lifted his hands. The still ocean above us filled with images. Cities in darkness. Crowds fighting beside dry rivers. Ships trapped in silent harbours. A child pressing an empty cup beneath a tap. The packs watched. Their weapons lowered one by one. The first king’s voice rolled over the city. “Your enemy is not before you.” He pointed at me. “It is the queen who refuses the only cure.”

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

Molly tells me putting her hand in mine. Logan and King appear. Logan runs to the sink to vomit. "Oh my god. Log..." Katie says rushing to his side. "They're​ both dead." King states. "Let's wait in the front until the Sheriff arrives." He dragged Logan. "Ogi." I was feeling light headed. I feel him near "Ogi." "I'm here. It was not any of us. We're all okay." He holds me, sitting me on a near by booth. Too hot . 06

No one could ever take his place in my life but still, He had to die for what he did. The time passed and we reached the Palace when the day came to the end. The stars became visible and my sight fell on the palace which beautifully lightened with the uncountable oil lamps and diyas. I climb the stairs and I was welcomed grandly by The Queen, The king, Gulaab, Prince, and everyone. The sound of hooting, hailing, trumpets, drums was so high that I could hardly listen to what they said. I greeted everyone and when I met Gulaab. I just wanted to ask for forgiveness for my Brother.

They need to find her soon, just a single clue and they will fucking ruin the person who dared to abduct their mate. *** Rose opened her eyes slowly. She saw that she was alone in the room. The man was gone. Rogue King. That's what he called himself. Does it means that he is the King of the rogues? But how is that possible? Her mates are the only Kings on the earth. It meant one thing. The man is not a King. He is just another rogue who who calls himself the King. Rose remembered the way he tried to have his way with her, his touch made disgust crawl upon her skin. Tears former in her eyes. She needs to get away from here but how? She can't even do anything.

He wasn't yet finish with those scavengers who dared trespass his kingdom uninvited. Walking so slowly while deliberately dropping all the black metals from him, his red eyes were overwhelmed with much darkness now that Hakyi and Osiris had felt their wounds opening up while they put a safe distance from the king. They opened the door for the king, revealing those purple people in the floor with eight of those heavily injured scavengers. They all shivered for the man in front of them was different from the king for the previous meeting. On his left hand was the blue flame again licked with dark fire and the scavengers knew that hell's fire was far more heavenly than this king's dark flame