Asura King Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

They have nothing to worry about, it is only inside the palace. But one day, while the king was on a trip, they were suddenly attacked by people from Kriotteotall Realm, a tribe of robbers led by Vekoslav. Accientsy killed him, and she saved King Arran's life. Then her rank rose, and become a general. For the first time in history, there was a female general in the Ottonem Nunneapia Nation. When the leader Vekoslav died, his son Thanos, who was even more cruel than his late father, took his place.

"Don't fret, my dear, for nothing is coming to you because you have all of us." "Can I know the prophecy?" she asked, gut feeling that it was all centred on her. "Okay, if you want to," he said, smiling softly while she nodded her head “A King will be given birth to. The King of Kings. The King shall be mighty, so powerful that no man could conquer. Except for his mate, who would be from another realm. An abomination! A curse! He shall be a demon, vampire, wolf and an elemental witch. The wolf shall be bigger than any normal wolf.

“After today, no more. The rings, please.” The servant stepped forward. Arthur took the smaller ring, sparkling with diamonds and rubies, and slipped it onto Daphne’s finger with a warm smile. Daphne picked up the ring and slid it onto Arthur’s hand, smiling a bit at the ring bearing the Royal family’s crest on his pointer finger. They turned back to Tom as he smiled. “Do you Arthur Royal II, son of King Dean and Luna Sabina Royal swear to do all in your power to protect, guide, and govern the werewolf kingdom for as long as you occupy the throne?”

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

He belched and I held my breath. "They Soldiers of Bakarish are they best and if we're going to win this war, we have to make sure to clear this Kingdom first. The King of Bakarish is so powerful." He said and placed a kiss on my cheek. "Can you help me and poison him?" He purred. I rolled my eyes and snapped my finger and the man went slack. His hands dropped to his side and he fell deeply asleep. Good riddance. Now I had a King to see. TBC

King Swarnabhumi became confused. Asura changed his form into a human wearing crimson clothes. Several servants and royal advisors were mesmerized by Asura's good looks. "My name is Asura. I am the eldest brother of the demons allied with king Aji Kala Karna. You may be familiar with the legend of the demon and the outcast prince who fought thousands of Nuswapala's troops a hundred years ago. The demon in that story is me. And the prince was this man." Asura pointed at Aji Sangkala.

sad. Closing my coffin, I stretched out on it, my calloused hands clasped together as though in silent prayer. But who was I kidding? Who would I pray to? In all my years, ever since I was turned and became a king, I was the closest thing to a god. An immortal being, worshipped and revered by my people. By the world. I made the earth tremble underneath my feet. I was a monster, forever confined to a life of pain, loneliness, and damnation.

the man said, and I involuntarily smiled. Whether it was a dream or not, he was being too faithful to the book I had read so many times. And if it was him or that scene, then I was. My gaze wandered around the room in search of a mirror, and upon finding it, I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. Hair as red as blood, eyes of pupil-less ruby, and skin as pale as a genuine corpse. There was no doubt I was Asra. The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death.

the Spider stated cryptically. "I'm not that cheap to buy," Asher retorted. "Hahahaha, really? You misunderstood. I'm not here to offer you something cheap at all. I'm here to provide a way to kill present King of Arodona. RODERICK," the Spider revealed with a sinister smile.