Brady Pair Of Kings Novels & Stories

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

They each wore a simple but lovely circlet of gold, with small Dragon wings on either side and sculpted flames around it. The group knelt as they seated themselves on the thrones. Captain Cyros said, “Your Majesties, may I present Blade Master Kolton and Sir Braedon of the Black Knights.” After speaking, Cyros moved aside to stand near the side door. “Rise,” said the king, his voice a pleasing baritone. Randey stood along with the others, taking a closer look at the royal couple. The King was not as old as he had expected. No older than his father had been, surely. He had a strong but kindly face, set off by a closely trimmed beard. His hair was black, and his dark eyes were those of a man o

He asked with a smile, “Montgomery, what brings you here?” Chief Montgomery saluted before he gravely handed Simon’s report to the old man. He said, “Pavilion Master, two kings of disciples have appeared in Hampton of Charbury and the Swords of Kingship have also appeared. The energy of one of them is already close to the highest critical value. There’s a possibility of the kingship power going berserk.” Hearing the words, the old man furrowed his pale brows. He took the report from Chief Montgomery and looked at it before asking, “Which two kings of disciples?”

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Charles had stood to the side when the Royal convoy had arrived at the Pride and was surprised and confused when King Noah and King Kevin exited the vehicles as he had already met these two Kings a few times. As Charles turned and walked away he noticed that there were a couple of new faces but that didn’t faze him as they didn’t give off the aura of anyone of high rank or importance and it was nothing unusual for a King’s entourage to change removing old and adding new warriors, so with seeing and knowing this Charles had taken Alpha Blade’s warning under advisement and at the time he was confident that the visiting Kings wouldn’t find anything condemning. However, some of that confidence w

he interrupted, cutting me short as he stepped closer, “King Derek is sick.” I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t say anything. What was I going to say anyway? He knew everything—that I was Derek’s mate. He is the king’s Beta, after all. “I…” “Please come this way. He hasn't moved or said anything,” he said as he led me into the palace and slowly into the king’s chamber. “He always wakes up early even though he sleeps late. The hospital said they don’t know what the problem is,” he said.

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.