Novel & Cerita Black Sapphire Cookie Run Kingdom

This one shimmered with unnatural light, woven with silver and embedded with three black diamonds that pulsed with dark energy. “The True Crown,” Alistair said softly, his voice almost reverent. “Forged by the first Alpha Kings. Not the one you saw on my head. That was for show. This one… this binds the soul.” Lily approached slowly, every instinct warning her to stay away. “What does it do?”

Chaol stole glances at Asty who was observing the movement of the flame in the fireplace. The young woman's eyes were locked upon the ashy trace as she brought some biscuits inside her mouth. Vanilla-flavored confectionery cookies. These are the same snacks the King had offered them before they had left the Palace. He was reminded carefully to give the can of cookies to Asty so that she could eat them. The King also had this scowl on his face when he told him not to dare take a single piece of it. He was cruel. He remembered his words clearly:

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Timothy’s Point of View “The Alpha King is back!” The loud announce echoed around. With my eyes widened, I turned to the wolf who delivered the message. “Did Nox really return to the castle?” I inquired. The wolf, who had sprinted through the forest to reach me, nodded. “Yes, and he's accompanied by his Beta and the other wolves from the Renoir Pack who fled before we arrived at the Diamond Pack.” I gazed towards the castle before asking, “What about his Luna? Is Etizia with him?”

I uncork it. The light leaps, not silver, not gold. Crimson. It spills like smoke into the air, forming the image of my mother. But she’s not alone, behind her stands a man in a black crown with eyes made of shadow. Cloak made of storm. And in her voice, faint, breaking, she whispers: “If they ever find her... tell her to run. Not from the Queen. Not from the wolves. But from him.” The shadow-king looks at me like he sees me and smiles.

The fabric shimmered with hues of deep crimson and silver, a nod to the united packs they now ruled over as one. An artist worked meticulously, his brush capturing every detail of the royal pair as they posed for their first King’s Book portrait. This one would mark the beginning of their reign, a symbol of the new era that had dawned with the merging of Malakai and Amani’s packs into the Kingdom of Bloodmoon.

I’d want to thank My Black Suit King’s readers. As you can see, this novel’s first season recently ended. The second season of this book will be published together with the original Indonesian novel. You will receive an updating notice for as long as this book in your library. Alternatively, you may search for my name, Blezzia. Feel free to look at this original novel with title “The King of Denver” to find out if the second season of the Indonesian book has begun.

" The lux princess is not only one, but there are two of us. Two princesses. But only one princess will continue this kingdom that the King and Queen started and that is the firstborn princess, Cristelle. " Adonis and Kyle's jaw dropped. They both looked at Master Asua. " Maybe she is right Prince Kyle! I have read it! The first crystal stone that you see in the book is what we called Bleu de France Hawk which means Firstborn. The next crystal stone is called Maya Blue Tiger which means the second born. And the last one is called Forest Green Eagle, which means the last born. " Master Asua hardly explained it. " That means... " Kyle confusedly uttered.

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “