Asian Doll And King Von Novels & Stories

As they arrived at the airport it was surrounded by body guards and many security details…. They were escorted to the castle and they were greeted by King Richard & his wife… Both kings were showing respect to each other when Asia walked thru the door… King Richard wife dropped the basket of treats onto the floor… She walked up to Asia and rubbed her face… King George immediately smiled and said I’m sorry for my rudeness I would like to introduce my daughter Asia Long… Queen Asia is her mother… Our baby girl lived from the crash… Tears began to flow from the queen eyes…

He asked, looking at Reagan. Reagan smirked and looked at him calmly. "What do you think?" He asked back, enjoying his chicken drumstick nonchalantly, apparently more interested in the food. "She looks noble. She doesn't look like a mere slave or toy picked off the shelf in the dark market. It's almost as if she's a princess whom her family gave away because of her inability to shift. She looks amazing" Wolf king praised again.

Renji reached it first. “The Door of Kings.” Raiken looked at the handprints. “Two kings?” “One living. One remembered.” The statues closed in behind us. Shigure and Daigo held the narrow approach. Stone cracked under claws and steel. Raiken placed his palm into the left mark. Nothing happened. Renji pointed to the other. “The remembered king must answer.” Raiken’s jaw tightened. “My father.” “No.” The false king emerged through the broken army. Its body formed from black smoke and silver bones.

I wish he would just open up and not keep all his emotions inside him. Victor can be so stubborn sometimes. King Illya is being given a mic and he stands up front to address his subjects. He looks like a king alright, in his dazzling apparel, his confidence, and the heavy crown covered in beautiful gemstones on top of his head. He was born for this role, literally.

"Alright fine, come on let's go Skoll." As Gabriel and Skoll make their way to the underground prison, Elenor meets with the King of Fura and tells him everything that had transpired. The King's name is Etu, he wears a golden crown that is a single band of circular metal that has seven protruding points which represent the seven states that make up the country. He wears white gold-trimmed robes, and a few golden rings on his fingers. Etu is in his early sixties and has been the King for several decades after inheriting the throne after his father the previous King had died. Old age has begun to show due to his hair turning white and wrinkles starting to become more noticeable.

I continued to stay kneeling though, staying as still as I could, and hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “Stand up child, let me have a good look at you.” The King’s voice rang out again, and goosebumps littered my arms. I slowly stood, and lifted my head to look at the King. King Ben Avon was not exactly what you would expect an evil king to look like. His short stature, rosy face, and plump belly actually made him look more like someone’s grandfather rather than the wicked beast that was depicted in our stories. He even had a bright smile on his face as he looked down at me. The only give away being a sharp glint just hidden behind his dark brown and blue eyes.

Zerth asked, this time curiosity peaked. "I-I don't know your m-majesty" "How can you not know?! What is the nose on your wolf for?" The King bellowed. "Azian is a dragon," a voice answered, “THE Dragon,” the voice rephrased with a slight chuckle. King Damian's eyes shot up to see a dark hooded figure, his eyebrows furrowing, "How dare you come before me witch!" He snapped Zerth fangs showing. No one was allowed to appear before a king uninvited.

She is led into another tent, awaiting the Emperor and his entourage. This tent is larger than hers, it is decorated with different weapons on stands, different crowns, armours, swords, a plethora of books on different subjects, chests of different sizes are arranged around the room, there are maps, scrolls, statues, busts, scepters, various Knick knacks, when she sees the crown of the king of Dion sitting on a velvet pillow on a tiny pedestal, his robes folded on another pedestal, it dawns on Kiara that these are trophies, trophies from all the kingdoms he had gathered from his conquest. She turns around, examining each piece, thoroughly enchanted with the ornaments.

Even if he's annoying at this moment, I could picture him laughing his boujee ass off which breaks a smile on my face. The wind picks up flipping the pages until it stopped at a picture which looks oddly familiar but since it's so old I can't place where I've seen the faces. Standing beside the king and Queen holding their sons is a man and a woman in Royal apparels. His Majesty King Devon and her Royal Highness Queen Izbelle, Prince Kingston and Princess Ashanti at the 100th birthday of the crowned princes, prince Damon and prince Damon, the hybrids. Those were the names inscribed on the page. My guts never lie as I kept looking at the picture of this man and woman. Just then a knock called