Asura King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Beautiful. Was the first word that rang in my head as grey piercing eyes met mine. The King didn't have horns like the rumors had said, he was no ugly beast, and he certainly didn't have ugly fangs hanging out from his mouth, no. The King… was beautiful in a powerful masculine way… He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Almost like he belonged with gods and not us mere were-folks. But why… Why did he look familiar? Those grey eyes didn't leave mine, I watched in horror as the expression in them morphed from shock to blinding fury. His face was bright red with rage.

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Ridiculous I refused to accept it. A knock interrupted my thoughts as an omega entered, carrying a leather satchel. He paused when he noticed I was already dressed. “ Your father orders your presence my king” “ Alright, I will be there soon” I gestured him away while putting on my shirt. If anyone found out Ashina held the key to controlling the curse she would stop being a guest. She would become an answer everyone wanted to own. I stepped into the corridor, the whisper returned, curling through the corners of my mind and for the first time since the curse had claimed me.

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

Lucius is his brother and what she can’t understand is why he would lock him up. “As you can’t understand with your pitiful low intelligence,” Axl padded as he walked past her with sarcasm hinting his tone. “It’s the prophecy what the Kings and Queens of Hell, or whatever you prefer to call it – underworld, must follow. This kind of prophecy holds a terrifying punishment if not succeeded and it’s becoming a mortal. I was once the King of Hell since the prophecy wasn’t written yet on the scroll. But then, it wrote: Lucius as the king having a wife from the mortal world and me…as only a prince!” Axl smashed his fist on the table in front of him, resulting in Emily to startle. She finally took

I was ready for them all. Bob was the first to stand. “You cannot sit there,” he said sharply. I crossed my legs calmly. “Why not?” “You are not Alpha.” “I am the Luna.” “That seat belongs to the King.” “And the King is unconscious.” Murmurs spread immediately as he sat back down. Another council member stood up. “This is disrespectful. You should stand beside the throne, not sit on it.” I leaned forward slightly. “When Kaius went to war, who signed the war decree?”

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

Her words were filled with desperation. “I am who I am.” He closed his eyes, “I am a monster. I will remain a monster until I die. I am a King.” He opened his eyes, staring down at his Nono, “I know you think Aria can change me, Nono. I’ll tell you that she can’t.” Tears filled her eyes. “Aria can’t change me. I am a King. She can’t change me into a Prince Charming.” He smiled bitterly, “I know I don’t deserve her. But I am selfish man with no conscience. And she’s just unlucky because she captured my attention.”