Brady Pair Of Kings Novels & Stories

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

The king was the first to get up. He did not hide his vulnerability from all his people but none saw, all in a hole of sadness no one to pull them out of. The king held out his hand to Brum, their hands connecting with Brum stumbling up. His wounds were closed just as mine but sure every part of him was haunted with nothing but paralyzing pain. The two relatives stared at each other, hands behind each other’s necks in understanding. I doubt Conri was that close with anyone else, even with his deceased brothers.

He felt relieved that they were both okay, and everything was going to go back to normal. "What is going on here?" A powerful voice boomed from behind them. Everyone turned and bowed instinctively. Before them stood their current Alpha King and his entire court. "Your majesty." Brady dropped to one knee, holding one of his fists over his heart as a sign of respect. "Please, call me Alpha Landrews." He gave Brady a courteous nod and motioned towards the man to his right. He looked similar to Celus with the same dark hair and bright eyes, but with shorter legs and fuller features. "This is my son Kristopher. We came hoping that he and Celus could meet, but I see we're interrupting something."

I mumbled and pulled away to look at her, "By the way, are the kings Brothers?" "Yeah," She answered," They are nonidentical triplets, King Lucien is the eldest--One minute elder than King Micheal whose the second eldest, and King Archer is the youngest." "Oh," "Don't worry about anything, you'll do good," She patted my back,"Now go and sleep, we need to leave early in the morning," "Okay, Martha," This was going to be a long night for me as well as the upcoming day, I could only hope for my luck to be good at this case. So far the Vampire Kings were still a mystery for me and working for them was going to be a heck of a ride.

"I overheard the other girls talk about it in the hallway, I got the recap of it." "Help a girl out?" She asked. "He has three younger brothers and one sister," I said to her. "The current King's name is Carrick, his wife's name is Mayela." "Yeah, that seems like the important parts." She looked out of the window for a few seconds. "The guy's name is Sebastian right?" I started laughing. "Yeah." I answered. A few tables over I heard the redheaded girl sigh loudly, clearly annoyed by our ignorance. Tessa seemed to notice it too and raised her cup of coffee.

She replied after a long moment of silence. "King Zeidan." She turned towards him. "You wanted to ask me something?" "What do you know about Brady's parents?" "What?" She straightened. "What have I got to do with his Parents? And I don't even know him." "Oh. You're gonna pretend right now?" It was Lyne and he just leaned against his throne, watching. "Brady?" She called at the boy who was visibly shaken. "Tell the King what you told me in the drawing room."

“Briar, that’s them! The Lycan kings! Oh my god, they’re even hotter in person!” I barely registered her words, my mind reeling as I stared at the brothers. They were…the Lycan kings…the…triplets born on a leap year. Who had rules for years. I had called them a scammer…I couldn't believe it. Kai was the first to spot me, his intense gaze locking onto mine from across the crowd. My stomach flipped. Kylan and Kieran quickly followed his line of sight, and all three of them began walking straight toward me.

The air choked of mystery, and though the window curtains were drawn close, the eerie sound of silence could still be heard from outside. "Throughout history, the blood kings have always been blessed with tremendous power. They get that power after a specific amount of blood has been spilled, and that is why, right from a young age, the next generation is strictly trained for war. The more people they have killed, the more power they unlock. When their power becomes activated, they feast on blood and destroy everything in their path; hence the name Blood King. "So why do we need a bride?" Calhoun asked. "You need to find the woman with who you feel a connection. When you find her, you both w

Years of watching them dominate, hearing people whisper their names with awe and terror. They were the Bloodshot Empire. Number one. The strongest, the richest, the most feared. I hated it. Hated every second of it. Most of all, I hated those quadruplets. The kings of the underworld. People spoke their names with reverence, with fear, but never mine. Never. My fist slammed onto the desk. BANG! The room jolted. "Why?" Of course, no one answered. They never had an answer. Why did they always win? Why? WHY? I spun around, my eyes sweeping across the room. Every gangster averted their gaze. Cowards. All of them.

By the laws of the royal selection, the position of king is not dependent on age hierarchy but on the most suitable for the job. Damian had been the best brother anyone could ask for, always teaching him new techniques and showing him battle tactics at all times whenever he learns anything new. They were inseparable, not until it became news that the sons of the king would have to fight each other in a Duel to see who emerges the winner. It was pretty much clear who would succeed because his older brother was a far much experienced fighter than he could ever be. He agreed to go easy on Casper but something happened during the fight. Damian went against his promise and began brutalizing his y