Becoming The King Of A New Filthy World Novels & Stories

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

Inside, Lilith's form flickered like a beautiful ghost-the embodiment of a perfect, painless lie. "You see, brother?" Lilith's voice was a seductive whisper in his mind. "There is no 'Reset' without a sacrifice. To be the King of the New World, you must be its martyr. Step into the sphere. Let go of your body, your name, and your Elara. Become the static that keeps them safe."

Just a strangled sob that had the Winter King pressing his knife harder against my skin. “No,” the King went on, taking another step back, “the only time I will set foot in your precious territories again is to take them for myself.” “And what then?” Andrei lifted his chin. He was stalling. Like the King wouldn’t notice the step he took toward us or the way his eyes darted around in search of a weapon he wouldn’t find. The King shuffled back more. I heard the sound of rocks and ice crumbling under his boots. “You’ll start anew? Run them the way you see fit? With a civilization of your terrible creations?”

The only time he ducks two slut is when he is in a very happy mood or livid, As soon as I entered, I went on my kneels, bowing down. "Raise your head" he ordered, and I did, he stared at me with widened eyes, and a clenching jaw. "Who did this to you" he said his voice so deep and firm, "it Tim the second prince I was telling you, the posse a strong power more than you can imagine" I said my head replaying his spear how it shines and magnificent, "so he is more powerful than me??" "King natty said with a raise eyebrow and I shook my head, his slut was romancing him, and it is obvious he is Ina good mood, "you have nothing to worry about, I will be the one to kill him, after all their new alp

Seeing this, Purple Smoke flashed a goofy grin on her cherry red lips. King Marcellus suddenly saw his own self on the purple world that he was seein. Images of himself doing the things that his heart desired the most. His hunger for power to dominate the world and surpass Noartias. His desire to unify the four kingdoms. And then comes the last scene where he stood on top of the world with every one kneeling in front of him, worshipping and begging for his mercy. Everything that he longed to have was already on his hands–wealth, power and flame. But what excites him was seeing that King Astius, his mortal enemy and rival, was also there among with the people praying to be spared by him.

“Now, now, now, what could I’ll be having now?” Uttering the words of a taunting one, he dances together with the crowd of royals as he smells the same scent of the brewing sins where the few hold with the blossoming one, the others are at its fresh pick, while the later and much more sinister is now rooting within their very core. He giggles right after he clicks his tongue and slowly shakes his head thinking of just how smart He is for creating the perfect world and plot for the equivalent world of the original and where the 3rd book lies. Now as he follows the rotten ones that turn out to be of the same smell of blood and ability of his very knight. He smiles as he pictures everything and

The only obstacles are me, there is not a single hope is left for me, people are watching me, at last, I want to say, you look beautiful together, I am just cursed in your life, bye and please live happily after I died" The only thing I remember after that is I am no longer part of that world now I am much stronger than before maybe because that time problem keeps knocking on my door but in this world. I am king I have power everything is in my control now I can make things go my way no, now everything goes as I like, I do anything That means I can buy anything, have sex as much as I want, eat as much as I want or I can kill anyone. But I already decided to play the role of a mighty king, n

“It's the Queen. He wants her,” “You all are here, risking your lives just so to take her,” Anger shook my voice, and I knew exactly who she was. I still couldn't understand Reagan's sudden obsession with the bitch. It all started when I'd informed him of Lucian's own interest in the new contender. I'd successfully snuck my way into the pack and planted myself right next to the king. My first mission from Reagan was to seduce the King and have him wrapped around my fingers, but didn't go well.

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.

He kept murmuring to himself, "I can't believe I speak lightly of having kids. Who am I kidding? I haven't been able to captivate her heart, yet I'm already talking about having kids." Scheriziel was flashing red as she stared at the frustrated king. She shook her head and looked at him and asked herself if her eyes and ears were playing tricks on her. A voice inside was reacting, bothering her with a question, 'Is this really the rumored killing machine of Allandis? Right now, he looked like a lost child.'