Baca Different Kings Novels & Stories

“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.

This was history itself. The king was truly magnificent, he was truly a God among men. My eyes tore from him to the ground only to gasp. I could not help it as my eyes were as if they would spill out from their sockets. The red carpet had been rolled and there at the end of the steps from the plane was the werewolf king and queen, the dragon king and queen, the fae king and queen , all standing with their knees shaking as mine were, fighting the power that was forcing them to bow yet they could not. How could they bow for another king when they were kings themselves? That would mean the vampire king was truly a king of kings and that would surely bring war.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

“Silver Lake has five other mini kingdoms and we have a big army, it will benefit you if you have a relationship with us. That is why I have come to you today,” “I AM NOT THE KING YET,” Darius answered. And the king smiled, “I like your choice of words young man, you said YET because you also believe that you are going to be the king even though the battle hasn’t taken place yet.” King Barroc said. “it was a slip of the tongue when I used that word, my apologies. Why are you here speaking with me instead of speaking with my brother who is currently the king?” Darius was a little suspicious of King Barroc’s motive.

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

contract which is not assuring. The crowds clapped as they strode to the podium while some whistled. The old Kingmaker with his twitched irritated lips climbed the podium before reading from a big book. "Today, the successor of King Rex, King Alex of Lexsborough is going to be joined with his loving mate..." At the mention of that, Alex squeezes her arm a little harder and when she looked into his eyes, they were as hard as a rock. It didn't stop her from leaning to his side and whispering into his ears.

Skye noticed that when the king turned his gaze to Hector, his brown eyes softened and sparkled even more. Though Donncha was the firstborn and heir to the throne, Donncha had more in common with his father, yet Skye discerned that the king had a soft spot for Hector, as she also detected the king's attempt to hide from Donncha. His behavior towards his two sons was the same, with the only difference in his eyes when he looked at Donncha and when he looked at Hector. But alas, the eyes are the chattiest possession a human owns.

His voice was full of authority. My skin was stitching itself back together, somehow this hurts just as bad as the mending of my broken bones from the fall. I kept on growling and grunting from the immense pain. "W..what kingdom? Wh...who are...you?" I was trying to voice my words, but the pain was so intense that I had to pause a couple of times. "I'm King Eustace from the North Kingdom of Hell..." Savaric had told me about the kingdoms in hell, he said that there were several kingdoms in hell. They reign various lands and spent more time at wars against each other, all kingdoms were pretty much chaos.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.