Asian Doll King Von Novels & Stories

Noreen sneered, “I should be asking you that!” Just when they were about to get into a staring contest, the door opened. They immediately put their differences aside when they saw their monarch and gawked at him. Ivy emerged from the house a minute later with a large snow-white snake, which shocked Noreen once again. Their King was first in... in... She shook her head in confusion not understanding what King was wearing. Secondly, how had his partner managed to keep an Asura snake as a pet? What in the world is going on?

I was still looking at the beautiful woman from my hidden place when the king came out from his chamber looking unhappy but immediately he noticed the woman he quickly rushed to the woman's open arms hugging the woman very tight as if the woman was his life-giver. Anyways, who am I to question the king of our kingdom? Am only a sex slave! I ran out of where I was hiding and went to my room. I sat on my bed, thinking about everything that has been happening in my life, why are the gods so cruel to me?

The King and the queen sat on the middle thrones, the very image of Regality. "Most splendid news indeed!" King Rendall clapped his hands. He was the very image that came to mind when most thought of a 'king'. He was tall and athletic like everyone. He had brown hair which was kept long and a full-beard with a very defined moustache and a beard that stopped at his collar bone. He wore a robe of red and gold crafted from fine silk, with a red cape clinging to the neck. His crown on his head was gold and had a single gem which was a blue diamond, in the centre. His eyes were brown and looked sharp.

Sir Carter ordered and Jared bowed slightly before leaving and the fact that he was gone gave me the slightest bit of relief. I soon heard someone from inside the room announce Sir Carter’s presence and the huge doors pushed open while Sir Carter went into the room, dragging me behind him. I gasped as my eyes trailed over the huge throne room that was as intricately designed as the castle walls. At the end of the room stood a huge throne and seated on that throne was none other than King Cassius Von Drago, the vampire king.

Vragenn sat down and leaned towards Aira. “Choose,” the king commanded quietly. - What? - Ira stared at him blankly. - Choose those girls who will be your personal maids and your cattle. These words sounded as if by chance, but Ira seemed to awaken from a dream. - With a cat? I won't drink blood! I will end my worthless life and take your offspring to the demon mother! The yellow eyes flashed with irritation. The collar began to heat up. Ira stared triumphantly at the ugly scars on the king's face.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

he commanded the doctor who seemed shocked and his sense just came back. The doctor immediately approached and examined the king's health. His eyes widened even more at what he discovered. "What is the health status of my father?" Karim asked impatiently. He does not expect Assi to have the ability to cure someone who is about to die. "Your Majesty, there is not even the slightest bit of poison in your body. It looks like you haven't drunk any poison. You are in good health again," the doctor informed the king before facing Assi. "You are a divine woman, Consort Assi. You are a divine woman who fell from heaven in the kingdom of Ylandia!" the doctor's uncontrollable comment with full of admi

But I wasn't opposed to the idea. After all, even a queen needs entertainment. Or, better yet—a powerful ally. "Send him in." The door opened. The man who entered was tall, at least six-foot-five. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, but it did little to hide the raw, explosive power of the muscles beneath. His eyes were the most striking feature—a rare, violet-gold color that signified a royal bloodline. Damon. The Northern Alpha King. The man whispered to be ruthless, bloodthirsty, but the most powerful warrior alive.

They were all bringing their luxurious gifts and seemed confident that the celebrant was pleased with it. It finally got to our turn and I brought out the gifts. “Long may be your reign, your Grace,” I bowed in respect. Lifting my head up, I got sight of a lady who had a striking resemblance to the Alpha King's mother. Her chin was raised and her eyes sharp, which showed she had much power as well. Although there was a pleasant smile on her face as she glanced around the room. The gift was a specially crafted aromatherapy oil, housed in a crystal bottle intricately adorned with carved gemstones. I had specifically picked the gift for her, knowing very well that the properties it contained wo

Mr Gael is a closely related person, royalty at that. “Minerva.” Vincent's voice echoed. Raising her head to look in the direction, she saw Vincent looking sharp as always, but his tone was quite dull. His eyes were weak as a faint smile played on his lips. “You're dismissed Uncle,” he said to Mr. Gael who immediately gave the soon-to-be king a ninety-degree bow, before ushering himself out.