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"I pick up a snack from next to me on the bed and eat it, then I continue. "There were seven kings for the seven continents, ruling and keeping the vampires there safe." And there is Nicholas, the King of them. "I'm not going to lie, but I hissed at the hype he's receiving in these notes. Antarctica is ruled by the vicious King Cyrus. He is a person who utilizes the utmost strength of his predatory senses. He would manipulate his victims into falling into his trap before he shared with them his malicious manners. He is one of the three best brothers, which also include King Raven and King Cornelius.

"The King doesn't fight for us, he fights to expand his own power. He doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself, and this whole 'injury' is probably nothing but a ploy to garner sympathy. Don't try to guilt trip me into blind obedience. Cyrus straightens his shirt with a flick of his wrist. The smile returns to his face, a chilling contrast to the glint of suppressed fury in his eyes. It's a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “Power. "Such a useful thing, wouldn't you agree, Elijah?" He takes a deliberate step back from the wall. "And speaking of power,” his voice turns menacing, "I have the authority to throw you into the deepest, darkest dungeons here under the very serious charg

He just closed his eyes and breathed heavily as he endured the stinging pain on his cut. “A disgrace! A huge disgrace!” King Terrowin pointed at Kael's face ferociously, shattering the ice dagger with his other hand out of madness. “Your Highness, I—” “You are skilled, Kael. But you are a fool!” the king cut him off. “And how dare you step right into my throne room empty-handed?!” Kael sighed heavily before speaking. “I’ve found the kid, Your Highness,” he said in a low voice.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat, fast and wild, like a trapped bird slamming against a cage. I took a shaky breath and looked at them. “Tell me one thing,” I said quietly. “This king—what kind of man is he?” They hesitated again, and that hesitation was answer enough. The oldest maid finally whispered, “Cruel.” The word hung in the air like a curse. Cruel. My throat went dry. “Right,” I said, forcing out a shaky laugh that didn’t sound like me. “Cruel. Great. Perfect.”

“Got it.” “No fucking around, Cuddy,” King said, his voice rough enough to crush asphalt. “I know you’re not happy about being here, but don’t even think about taking out my people and bolting, ‘cause they will – happily and without hesitation – shoot you in the fucking knees.”

The King gritted through his teeth as he held everything in him to unleash the demons that were threatening to come out. The man named Errol smirked in amusement. "I never knew the words of a child telling you the truth could anger you this much!" The king sharply stood. "Know your place, Errol!" He stepped down the alter as he advanced towards the calm man, smirking with pure amusement. "I am the true king of Arcelia and my reigns shall last forever!!" He sharply came before the man, his angry scent filling every space of the room, nearly suffocating.

King Suxx It's been a long time since I last saw this cruel king in front of me. King Hydrae used to be my friend when we were younger. I don't know what happened to him. He turned beastly after he was crowned the king of Aqua Edis. I can still remember when he promised he wouldn't follow the cruelty of his father. But he turned out to be crueler. His eyes reflect someone else. He's not the same Hydrae I used to play with when we were kids.

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

"And the rogue Alpha? Riven?" Kael's jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides. "Bring him to me alive," he said slowly. "I want him to watch when I take her back. I want him to see her choose me. And then I want him to spend the rest of his miserable existence knowing that every breath he takes is a gift I decided not to take." The generals filed out, orders clutched in trembling hands. Within the hour, riders would spread across the kingdom. Within the day, every pack would know the king had declared war over a woman he had once thrown away.

All the color drained from my face as I realized what he was about to do. “No please…” I shook my head as I began scooting back away from him. “I’m just here to—” My words caught as he leaned down and forcefully gripped my jaw, and I winced as his fingers dug painfully into my skin. “You are bound to satisfy the clients at this club, aren’t you? Now be a good little slut and open up for me.” He harshly let go of my jaw and continued unfastening his belt. My heart hammered wildly against my chest as I squeezed my eyes shut and silently prayed for someone…anyone to save me.