Books About Kings Novels & Stories

The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there. "No! He is not a legendary beast! He is just an annoying hater!" she convinces herself finally closing the book. That should be enough research for the day and so she returned the book. As she walks by the other shelves, she came across a sign that says the current King's achievement. Curiosity struck her and so she checked it out. She pulls one book and opened it somewhere in the middle. It shows the current King's face. He looks powerfully built and extremely muscular, like barbarians in movies. He has almost orange long hair and beards. He has powerful eyes that

“Read this book. This is the book of the past Kings and their powers. It lists which ones they received once they fully came into their powers and who was stronger. It lists their struggles, how they overcame them, and what techniques they used to control their new abilities. It's different for each King. What works for one may not work for the other, but there are several techniques in here. I'm sure one of them might be able to help,” Nadja said as he handed Ezra the book. “You said someone was able to pull you back. Is it one person or several?”

Zara calls, and I see they've already walked into the room, so I hurry up to meet them as we stop in front of a shelf. "This row," Jana says and gestures to the row at my eye level, "is filled with history books about this kingdom, how it all started, our rulers from the first to the last, our wars, festivals, rules, everything you need to know about this kingdom is arranged here in alphabetical order." "Wow," I say as I look through the books with my eyes, my fingers already itching to pick one already and flip through pages. It's been so long since I found interest in something, it's been so long since something gave me hope.

I had never met any of the other kings but had heard about the various shifter kings of our realm. There were four ruling kings: my father, King Alexander of the werewolves, King Phanton Armand of the were-cats, King of the rogues, and then the king of the bears, whose name I did not know. They just called him King. There was another King, said to rule the jungle, but he had not been heard of in many years.

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”

They knew that he was a good man, a man who cared deeply about our family. Uncle Ryan requested to have himself excused in order to ease himself in the restroom. Afterwards, he returned to tell us more tales of the kingdom, of its history and its people. He told us about the great kings and queens who had ruled the kingdom, about their triumphs and failures. And just as Uncle Ryan was narrating one story after the other, Kevin walked in to join us. "May I share your fire?" he humbly requested with a smile, knowing fully well I could not deny him.

They wanted to form their own packs, away from the monarchy. “Are there many other Alpha kings out there, my king?” I asked. Elijah nodded. “Quite a few, Delilah. And most of them are ruthless. Do you understand why so many royal wolves became common wolves?” “Because they couldn’t handle the king’s iron grip.” “Right. That’s exactly it. Though not all kings are like that, some are wise and noble.” Elijah cleared his throat as if guilty of his own words. Does the king beside me know how reckless and temperamental he can be?

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

“Did you find it overly taxing?” “Not in the least, your majesty,” he assured me. “Good,” I said as I filled my lungs with air, “because I would like to ask you to continue with this duty for a while longer.” With a look of surprise, he said, “You are leaving us?” “Yes, and no,” I replied. “As you know, King Brennus and I have two children together.” “They are to inherit the kingdom,” he said, proudly. “Indeed,” I said, “but that is a long way off. In the meantime, I wish to be with them during their formative years.”

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the