Black King Drifters Novels & Stories

There was something grounding about it that city life never offered. Once we were done, we changed out of the slightly dusty uniforms they had given us and headed to the nearby showers. The water felt especially good after the morning's work. Next was the sound bath. They supplied us with inflated beds that floated gently on water. All the guests were asked to lie down on their own floating bed while different relaxing instruments were performed by different people in the background. Flutes, sound bowls, drums, rattles, and rain sticks. The melodies they created were slow and layered, wrapping around us like a soft blanket. I didn't even realise how deeply I had drifted until I was pulled in

And when the sky turned dark again, he built our tent with practiced ease. Each night, I slept nestled in his arms, his body my shield against the cold and the unknown. Kavira lay beside us, silent and respectful, her presence comforting in its own quiet way. After nearly a week of wandering through untamed forests and icy ridges, we finally arrived at Drifthollow Kin, the nomadic, winter-bound pack Kavira had spoken of. And it was just as magical as she’d described. Nestled between frost-laced trees and snow-dusted cliffs, the pack resembled something out of a fairytale.

"Send men to defend the gates. I'll out clean the ones that already entered. The knight agreed then ran to the gate. The king stood his ground as the minotaur descended from the roof and charged straight at him. With a wave of his hand, Dorians black magic dust materialized and knocked the beast through a brick house. Dorian walked up to it and stabbed it in the chest. The king saw more from a distance then went straight for them holding his bloody sword. The king jumped on a minotaurs back and buried his blade in its nape and let in collapse while still on its back. "The king is back!" The men cried when they saw him.

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

It’s been only days that they left but he’s getting anxious because of not getting any news or update from them. A man with spiked hair and emo makeup speaks up, “Nothing, boss. It seems like they disappeared into thin air.” He boringly look on his nails and continues, “If I am the one you sent there, Black Dragon will be dead in a blink. Bacchus and his team are useless.” The other members of the gang nervously look at Hercules gauging his reaction to the man’s comment. The team he sent to Korea is the best team that they have.

before vincent could finish, his alpha voice came into his head,’ One more word about this damn pack and I am shipping you back to your mother in pieces’ said Adrian in a rather irritated tone, Vincent looked rather embarrassed as he figured out he has been fangirling over this whole topic for longer than he anticipated. Their driver, Allen, was enjoying the whole scene, Alle was a former warrior of the pack, he had good relations with Adrian’s father and was one of the few who remind loyally and tried to make sure the pack did not fall into utter chaos, seeing the young alpha gave him a sense of joy and pride. “Alpha, we will arrive shortly,” said Allen “Thank you, Allen” replied Adrian as

He doesn’t need to say anything, I read on his eyes that he’s speaking the lyrics to me, that thanks to me, he finally knows there is a good part in him, that I found the light he couldn’t find Lovers in the night Poets trying to write We don’t know how to rhyme But, damn, we try But all I really know You’re where I wanna go The part of me that’s you will never die My voice suddenly sounds louder when I sing this part to him. He’s busy driving, but I can see the smile form on his lips. The song represents us a lot. Us, two idiots who committed a crime without thinking. Us, two people who are struggling, but raising our heads. Us, two lovers who found comfort in each other. No matter how bad

True enough, there were werewolves and lycans littering his doorstep. 'And it is only right I crush them,' his hateful voice filled my head. There was no sign of Herneith in the assembly. This was the only thing he agreed with the alpha king. If there was going to be a war for her, he wouldn't want to bring her, have her witness it, and worse, put her in danger. He easily spotted King Eckon among the crowd. Aside from him standing at the very front of the lineup, he was the biggest lycan of all. He had the rarest metallic black fur and by mangy standards, he looked the handsomest.

Karl's POV I walked into the gathering that was waiting for me. It was no longer only the council members that were present, the rest of the Pack members were there as well. I could see the members of my pack there too. I looked around and noticed that Princess Lyra was not yet here. I wondered if she was always this late to every gathering or she was just trying to piss me off right now. I stood in front of the burning fire as I waited for her to join me there.