Bow Before The King Novels & Stories

“Attention everyone, please be aware that there was an issue, with one of the council members, and King Andre Valdez, will be arriving in twenty minutes. This changes nothing, the same rules apply. If he asks you anything, answer it without asking for permission. Finally, please remember royal etiquette, don’t forget to bow or curtsy when he walks by, or is in your vicinity.” My dad closes the pack wide link and opens one to Matt’s dad, asking him to bring another car, for the king and his guards. “The king will arrive promptly”, as told to us by Mr. Meyers, telling us he was nearby. When King Andre Valdez steps out of his car, we all bow, or curtsy for the women, and the king tells us all t

When the guards walk in, we all bow a little for them because even though they aren’t royalty in any way, they are accompanying the highway form of royalty in the werewolf Kingdom — who is the King, of course — so they definitely deserve some form of respect too. Soon, the King himself walks forward and all the maids, including some other people who are around, bow their heads down very low in deference to him, but I don't at all. I want to look at him properly. The King’s eyes start scanning everywhere and before I know it, he turns his head in my direction, and his eyes settle on mine. I slowly wet my dry lips with my tongue and gulp down as I wait for the worst. My eyes don't leave his un

He wrapped his arm to Kian's waist and nuzzled his face to his neck. "Don't overthink, baby. They don't know it's us. It's gonna be okay." Kaleb said through their link. Instead of replying, Kian just nods while pouting. Their friends who are watching them thought that Kian is just nervous. "It's time" the king said and the huge door opened. The King and Queen entered first. Every pack member bowed to show their respect. "Good evening everyone, as you all know that my only son, your future alpha king already found his mate." Thorin starts and cheers and howls echoed inside the hall. They are happy that their future king finally found his happiness. King Thorin raised his right hand to silenc

I try to convince myself he's not looking at me, though the scepticism lingers. Minutes pass, and a towering figure stands beside me – the appointed bodyguard. Meeting his gaze, I muster a nervous smile, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. "Your highness would like to buy you a drink." "I'm good, thanks. Already have one," I respond in a hushed tone. The guard straightens up, shaking his head at the King. In response, the King rises and strides purposefully toward us. Apprehension tightens within me; this encounter can't be fortuitous.

Ash murmured as the King's eyes locked on the two of us. A wide grin stretched Morfran's mouth. Then he extended his hand our way. "Dearest Lord Malachious... Come forward and bring that lovely snack with you." The room turned silent, and everyone's eyes shifted to us. Ash released me from his embrace and took my hand instead. "Don't be afraid. You cannot show any fear," he whispered as he led me toward the King. We stopped before King's podium. I drew a deep breath, gently grasped the layers of my skirt, and bowed down just like Amanda and Nicor taught me. Then I slowly rose and straightened, confidently meeting Morfran's cold blue eyes.

My mouth watered thinking about his teakwood scent. The grounds and walls started to vibrate. Thundering sounds of footsteps hammered the floor of the passageway. Howls and growls grew louder the closer they got to the entrance. King stood in front of me ready to stop his warriors from attacking when Louis appeared shirtless and an army of men behind him.

A small smile graces my lips and a tear falls down my right eye. Silence falls in the hall, as everyone watches me and the future King, standing close, appreciating each other in our own ways. I push my hands up and instinctively, Wolf bends down a little. “ The King is bowing to her. ” A small girl yelps. My eyes tear up again as Wolf looks at me with those almond shaped Gold beads. Placing the golden crown atop his head with my heart drumming in my ears, I stumble back to take a look.

My mother stood on my other side, her presence a quiet, comforting warmth, yet even she seemed diminished in the shadow of the King’s mood. As my father finally turned to face us, the movement was slow and deliberate. I didn't wait for a command. I immediately bowed my head, my chin nearly touching my chest, my gaze fixed firmly on the intricate patterns of the floor. P’Dew and my mother followed suit, their movements synchronized and fluid, a testament to a lifetime of ingrained protocol. The King didn't speak. He simply stood there. I could feel his eyes on me—piercing, judgmental, and heavy with a disappointment that felt like a physical weight pressing down on my shoulders.

There were robots at several turns, although they were doing very minimal things. They were ages ahead of the South. We arrived at the King's court not long after, and the doors flung open without anyone touching them. I shrugged, following behind Timber North. “My dear son is back!” An agile voice cackled. Isn't the King supposed to be old? We all bowed immediately we walked in, so I didn't get the chance to look at his face. “Father!” Prince Timber muttered as the King approached us. I raised my head to look at the King, and he was not so old. He was tall, and strong. He looked like a 60 year old man with a well functioning heart.

Dominant. On the throne sat the King. Weak body. Strong aura. Dying… but not yet dead. “So this is the one,” the King said, his voice rough. Theresa stepped forward in confidence not in fear “Your Majesty.” She said bowing before the king. “Raise your head.” The king instructed, his voice too weak and low to hear She did. His eyes studied her. Sharp. Courageous. “You don’t tremble,” he said with a smile. “Should I?” she replied calmly.