Asian Doll King Von Novels & Stories

is all she says, I don’t push her as I know with her gift she can’t always say. “Well, give us details?” Bellatrix says with an excited squeal making me chuckle. “Do you guys ever remember hearing about a King Vulcan?” I ask, feeling like I am missing something. Bellatrix shakes her head, while Denu is quiet for a moment. Then her eyes go wide, “King Vulcan is the Dragon King in the upper kingdom” Denu says confirming what I already thought. My mate is the Dragon King, the most feared, and deadly King said to be cruel and cold. Even knowing this, why do I not feel afraid?

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

"Rosalie, you have to believe me. Vivian is just the Don's adoptive sister. There's nothing between them. You're the one he loves..." "I don't want to hear it right now. I just want to be alone." After hanging up, the suffocating emptiness washed over me again. Just then, the screen lit up with a text from an unknown number: a surveillance video. The setting was a VIP lounge behind the banquet hall. Vivian was half-reclined on a sofa. It seemed she had sprained her ankle. And the newly crowned Don, the King of the South, was kneeling on one knee before her, holding a pair of red high heels, carefully putting them on her feet.

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.

Then he walked forward and stopped in front of a metal door. The huge metal door depicted the boss of this dungeon. “This is the chief’s room where the Kobold leader resides,” Yao Tai muttered as he raised his hand and slowly pushed the metal door. Inside the vast room, a Kobold wearing full body gear was sitting on a throne. Leather armor, a pair of gauntlets, leather pants, and black gloves. Kobold was holding a spear in his right hand. Beside the Kobold, there were four other Kobolds kneeling on the ground. It has the same position when someone is kneeling or seeing a king. Well, this Kobold was the king of this dungeon.

“Shut this circus down before there are casualties—and come home.” “Where do you get off being so confident?!” one of the northern candidates spoke up—a huge brute, a real giant of a Viking. “There was an open call, and we all want our shot!” The giant shouted, and the crowd eagerly backed him up. I just closed my eyes in pain, sensing a real apocalypse coming. “I am Karadeylis Aivend Bretyan, King of Virolia!” A stir ran through the hall, and that was when Mumrik decided to speak.

“Dad, did you buy these for your granddaughter?” “Yes, and one doll for Aceli. When Helios called me and said King was out looking for her, I immediately thought of a pony. But it looks like all the dolls will end up being Aceli’s.” “Come on, Pony, take your doll.” Her shy demeanor changed drastically. Aceli’s face perked up instantly. Her bright eyes sparkled, eager to get down from Kingston’s lap. Aceli’s feet scurried about as she embraced the pony doll, which stood as tall as the little girl’s head.

Zaykee replied while squatting since he is forming a fighting stance. ‘This king…’ Von thought as if he wants to torture him. ‘Calm yourself, Von. This isn’t the time for revenge. Your strength is still not enough to take him down,’ He thought again while giving a death glare at the king and giving off his usual aura, the dark and strict aura, like there are countless demons at his back, ready to devour the king. Zaykee noticed Von’s clenching fist, so he wondered why? Moreover, the king spoke, “I admit you’re strong, kid. What is your name?” He said in a superior tone, chin up and chest out.

he pointed towards me, Anton scoffed "And how's that going for you?" He smiled knowingly, Mali just shook his head "I was told she killed you" he combed a hand through his hair looking a little embarrassed, Anton looked at me in amazement I just shrugged "By...... him?" Anton asked, he tried to say the name of 'him' but couldn't, Mali just nodded "I wish we could figure out who he is" I thought out loud "Well, lucky for you, I know who he is" Dylan's excitement was contagious, my smile grew "his name is king Jonah, king of the American Kingdom" I was confused

At the far end of the hall, elevated on the three stone steps of the royal dais, sat Alpha King Kai Feng. He was wearing his full ceremonial armor—the heavy, dark steel plates engraved with the original moon markers of the first pack kings. His face was a completely blank slate, his black eyes fixed on the entrance as we were marched down the center aisle. He didn't look like the man who had pulled me onto his horse by the river; he looked like an ancient idol carved out of the mountain itself. Sitting in the smaller, carved wooden chair to his right was Luna Ling Zhou.