Asian Doll King Von Novels & Stories

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

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.

A marble bathing chamber is set into another far side of the room, steam rising from the heated water within. “The King has ordered that you be bathed and dressed properly.” The same woman who had spoken back in the cell gestures towards the bath. The king, the king, the king…. Damn. Does everything here have to revolve around Azraelyrs? Forgive me, for a second I forgot that he is the King of this place. The ruthless Dragon King of Drakarith. I wonder if I will get to see for myself how ruthless he can be using my step-siblings as the perfect pawns and lambs for sacrifice.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

He whined, “Please, you’re the only one who can help me. That doll…” “What doll?” “You remember how we went hiking the other day? And there was this temple at the back of the mountain…” He muttered to himself, “Here it starts again...” His voice got softer as he spoke, and he sounded moments away from breaking down, “I bought a doll that looked like me…” Of course, I remembered this. The monk told us that if he gave the doll to the right person, he would be blessed with a happy relationship. I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.”

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

If we handle this case, we can track it down too. "The doll?" Aria cast a sidelong glance at Landon. "We know it's empowering Hedeon, but not where it's hiding." Landon smiled. "The Krowonian doll feeds on offerings and souls. After what Hedeon experienced, he must have mistaken it for a deity and started worshipping it. Most likely at his home." "That's a good point." Aria nodded. "When the chance comes, we'll draw the doll out and destroy this so-called deity."

Ash objected taking away his gaze from his face towards the crown on his head. “King Helon to you, you will address me by proper title” Helon yelled at him, why did he have to be so disrespectful to him, he was currently the king of Atlantis and demanded that respect. “Your title is fake, get a real title and I will give you the respect you demand. You cannot claim what doesn’t belong to you” Ash protested holding his staff in his hand, he stared back at Helon and he could see him getting more annoyed than before.