Novel & Cerita Books Like Kings Dark Tidings

" I don't have any answers for the question you just asked me ,even a blind man can read the hand writing on the wall , My father might have been kill by my brother lord Alexander theodore , Alexander might have been angry that he lost the throne to me ,If you wouldn't mind permit me to bring in my witness " I signalled hemsworth and he lead in a man into the hall . " This is my father most trusted man Sir Clifford" Immediately the court became silent , Sir thomas walked up to him And stood in front of him . " Sir Clifford do you swear to say the truth And nothing but the truth " " I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth " " Please sir Clifford tell this honorable council what yo

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”

I had never seen him like this. Not even beneath the mountain. Not even when the smiling creature emerged. "Renn." The old man didn't answer. "Renn!" Finally he looked at me. The fear in his eyes made my blood run cold. "The Thirteen Kings." Lightning flashed again. The Grave Legions continued marching. Relentless. Endless. "What are the Thirteen Kings?" Renn laughed. A broken sound. The laugh of a man discovering things could always become worse. "They ruled before history."

It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude. The moment he entered, his eyes fell on the untouched tray of food on the table and his brows furrowed in clear disapproval. His dark hair brushed lightly over the collar of his cloak, a few strands falling over his forehead and half-veiling those amber eyes that burned like fire beneath ice. Yet I could still see it, that flame within, restrained yet fierce, and laced with pain too deep to name. He looked at me, and with just that one look, the air seemed to thicken. My heart clenched. I felt like a child caught doing something wrong.

Trinity’s POV The royal library was a world of its own—tall, arched ceilings cloaked in silent shadows, the faint scent of aged parchment and polished mahogany drifting through the air like a comforting embrace. It was much colder here than in my room, and yet I felt oddly more alive. Surrounded by books with titles like Mystics of the Moon, The Forgotten Bloodlines, and Lunar Heritage: Gifts from the Goddess. Honestly it didn't feel like I was still trapped in a palace, rather in a world of paradise.

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

“Get down on your knees,” he commanded. His voice was low and firm, sending a strange shiver down my spine. My body already felt light and dizzy, my head spinning slightly as if the room itself was tilting. I obeyed without thinking, lowering myself slowly until my knees touched the floor. My breathing grew uneven. I watched him turn and reach for something on the table behind him. When he faced me again, a dark blindfold rested in his hand. “You’re about to be ruined by three cocks,” he whispered.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

This took a lot of weight off not only my back, but also the entire wizards and sorceress community. And you, dear reader, I hope that with this story, you will look a little more favorably on this darker part of our supernatural world. I know, probably most of you do not believe in its existence, after all, as the world changed, people began to forget that magic surrounds them everywhere, but I hope that this story will help you one way or another. Maybe it will give you hope and faith that love really has tremendous power? Because I tell you, even the greatest of dark magic bends when love emanates from the heart of any being. When other spells fail, love has the strength to overcome the f