A Hologram For The King Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hallerusia, Royal Palace, North Plaza, King Chamber. “Arrgghhhh!!!….My hand!!!…..You..you…You Peasant!…..”. (King Robert) At this moment, the famous greedy and Crazy King of Hallerus Kingdom, were left limbless on his own bed. There was another person in the room, and that person is Alfred, who has come for his life, but rather than taking it immediately, Alfred didn’t. Instead he was playing his game, a death game that does not care for it’s participant well being.

"I'm the King. Exceptions can be made for me. The people will understand that better than when you suddenly blossom overnight as a widow. You are unmarried and pregnant. Have you forgotten? I have given you time to mourn your husband. Your mourning is over. I cannot delay bringing you into my house." One month to mourn my childhood sweetheart hardly seems sufficient. I open my mouth, ready to spew more protests but I clamp it shut when I hear the double doors to the King's chambers creek open. We both divert our attention to the grey-haired man, with deep-set wrinkles in his cheeks, limping towards us. "Nathan," The King says addressing him. The elderly man captures my eyes as he walks past

He just said, in that gravel-deep way that vibrated through my spine: “He tried to drug and abduct the future princess. I ended it.” Gasps. Murmurs. The King’s eyes glittered like a blade unsheathed, daring anyone to contradict. But before politics could finish sharpening itself—chaos erupted.

The sadistic laughter of the soldiers who carried out the sentence was engraved in my mind, and I loathed it. “I told you it’s not just rumors! The king’s siblings and cousins are here. I hear his aunt is too,” Sienna whispered urgently in my ear. “Really?” I stopped chopping the carrots and turned to face her. A few days ago, something shocking had circulated. One of the king’s brothers, Prince Samyl, was dead—not just any death, but a gruesome one. Despite this region being a hybrid territory, there are no more than ten full hybrids, and all of them are the current royal family.

"You wanted me to make a scene." Jade's lips curved into the tiniest smile. "Did we?" Before I could respond, the hall doors burst open. A figure strode in, power radiating from every step. The crowd parted like water. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized him. Everyone knew who he was. Zane Darius. The Rogue King. The wolf even Alphas feared. His eyes scanned the room before landing on me. Something sparked in those dark depths. "Am I interrupting something?" His voice was velvet over steel.

"The boy said... I'm the Remainder of a lie." He looked at the floorboards where a fourth shadow was rising. Not the Child-Prime. The Actual Prime. The First King was no longer a consciousness or a memory. He had used the Child’s reversion to physically manifest in the Grand Hall. He was ten feet tall, made of shifting basalt and liquid sun. [SYSTEM RESET: COMPLETE] [THE KING IS HOME] The world went silent. The countdown to the end wasn't a clock anymore. It was a presence. I looked at the god in the hall, then at my son, and I gripped my shard-blade with a hand that was finally, completely, stone. The war wasn't over. It was a reckoning.

Marek crawled to the King’s side, his hands shaking. I dropped to my knees and pressed the black stone to the King’s wound. Bright silver blood spilled over my hands. “Don’t you dare,” I whispered. “Don’t you leave me.” The King smiled, a real one this time. "You have to choose, Sovereign. Save me, or save the Hollow. You can’t do both."

Other legends claimed that Halstern did not die at Kaihon, but escaped and became a hermit at Castemer. What ever happened, we have a new king, King Segwaren I. Long may he live! The monk returned, his face had a shade of curiosity. “Tell me, did you like it?” he asked. “Yes. But,” I waited a moment, “there is one problem.” “What?” “It doesn’t have illustrations.” “I’ll change that.” A man went up the stairs, stopped for a moment: “Are you Gelsteran?” “Yes,” I replied with a restrain. “The king wants to see you.” “Lead the way.”

"I gotta tell you that most villagers are a little mean." "Though since you are a royal, I am pretty sure that you will meet more nice ones than the opposite." The king is deceased. I am not sure if they still do respect, I'm not sure about that. These are all just Red Dahlias... Suddenly, my world of ponders was postponed due to a man shouting, "The King of Hawthorn has perished! All rise for Hemlock! Hail to our new king!"

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”