Baca Different Kings Novels & Stories

The king pressed. "My brother we are one country, surrounded by many other countries with cruel kings, whose warriors are devoted to them. How long did it take for Noracia to see any true change, how many men had to die?" "To bring change, one must always expect blood to be shed. There will be many deaths, many new kings and queens to replace us. But they will fight for the good. That is what makes us who we are. Why do you think the gods made us Kings in the first place?"

Although it's twice less populated than the C and S kingdoms. After the attack of King Demons, every nearby kingdom has started panicking. They all know how ambitious and wicked he can be. He has never hidden his desire to be the Alpha of all Alphas and the King of all kings and everyone who knew him for the past century best knew his ambition. Sir Rodriguez rushes into the room, panting lifting a piece of paper. The King is alarmed "My King you have received a letter. It's from King Alfred of the Arbro kingdom".

I concluded and rushed down like it was nothing, but deep down I was not comfortable that he stays at home like that at that kind of moment. ****** I'd rushed to the king before we head to King Jonathan's Kingdom together. It was quite a long ride from our Kingdom to his. He welcomed us to the royal seats as he called that day a happy one. As King Jovinian has said earlier, One of his sons was getting married. I met the other three kings. King Peter, king Jerald, and Kind Sultan. I greeted Dominic and Oliver as they were also Viceroys like me. Some of the kings had gotten Vice kings but some of them hadn't.

He looked toward the ancient kings. "My father taught me that a king does not sit above his people." "He stands among them." "If fear is the only thing keeping a ruler on the throne..." "Then he isn't a king." "He's a tyrant." The hall fell silent. Liana noticed something strange. Several of the ancient kings smiled. Not proudly. Approvingly. Malachar's eyes narrowed. "You speak beautifully." "But words don't stop wars." "No," Kael replied. "They prevent them." Malachar laughed softly.

“Come on Lazarus, lets get you back to the house.” Lazarus shrugged the Kings hand off never leaving his gaze where his daughters walked. He craved to just hold his baby girls now knowing the truth. He heard his Babys bashing this so called boss down the hallway. Five years, five years and it felt like eternity. The King put his hand back on his shoulders, Lazarus turned around and snarled at him. Raja walked up and pulled Lazarus away from the King. Cassius and Byron stepped up close to Zephyr.

"For you it'll be different though." "Why?" "Because you're going to be an alpha yourself. Maybe even stronger than Cain based on how fast you're developing abilities. Alphas don't submit the same way regular pack members do." "I'm not going to be an alpha. I'm barely even a werewolf yet." "Your body says different. The speed, the strength, the way other wolves react to your presence. Those aren't normal markers for someone just starting their transformation. You're built for leadership whether you want it or not."

Dad went still suddenly as though listening to something that I couldn't hear before smiling at me ruefully. "I think our food is ready, let me check it out.". Then he was out of the room almost as quickly as he had entered. He never let me help out despite my attempts to do so. Shaking my head at his indulgence, I moved to another library stack only to catch sight of a book that brought me to a pause. My hands shook as I picked up the book. It was titled The History of Kings. It was a compilation of information about the Alpha Kings including my father who had reigned.

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

Marco shifted like he wanted to. Rocco shut that down with a glare. “No talking to her,” he snapped. Marco swallowed. “She’s freezing.” “I said no.” I added a tiny whimper — desperation mixed with defeat. “Please… please… it hurts…” Marco looked tortured. Rocco looked bored. Good. Emotion is leverage. Apathy is predictable. But neither moved. Fine. Let them ignore me. The real game wasn’t with them anyway. It was with their king. And right on cue, the sound of boots on stairs echoed down the basement hall.