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“It almost makes me want to spare you.” Danial’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Curse King. His voice, hoarse from the pain, barely managed to escape his lips. “Spare me? Don’t flatter yourself,” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “You think you’re unstoppable… but I’m not finished yet.” The Curse King’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Alright, boy,” he said, stepping forward, his presence filling the air with dread. “Let me show you why they call me the Curse King.”

“Don’t murder the king. Not yet.” The door opened. And there he was. Kael filled the frame like a stormcloud, broad, golden-eyed, calm as death. He didn’t knock. Of course he didn’t. Kings don’t knock. They claim. “Get out,” I snapped instantly, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Unless you’re here to apologize. In which case, get out anyway, but maybe I’ll stab you with a slightly smaller knife next time.” His mouth curved. Not a smile—Kael didn’t smile. A smirk, dark and cruel. “You played your part well.”

The king of Guhu asked. “Yes my king.” He said, as he stared at the king intently. Cornell was filled with anger, he wanted to slit the kings throat, and give his body to the dogs, to eat. “king? Disgusting.” Cornell whispered under his breath.

King rolled his face with disgust. An Taotao looked at Mr. King inconceivably. Unexpectedly, Mr. King , the great demon king, liked to roll cats!!! Even if she loves the fluffy touch of cat , how dare she rob Mr. King ? Want to die? An Taotao has no choice but to make a new ointment. "Ah." Mr. King sneered and flicked his hand on the cat's head. cat blinked her wet eyes and tried to pretend to be dead. Oh, the land demon king is so terrible!

So scary and carried authority that my back hair rose from fear. “My wolves are hungry… how about you go on a hunt… kill the wolves in the woods…bring me their heads… failure to that… your heads will be delivered on a platter for me to step on!” his voice rang throughout the room, deafening my ears. How powerful was he, how cruel “Please alpha, we didn't mean to… spare us…” “My Lord… spare us… forgive us” “Failure to hunt, then you'll all die, now scram!” the king shouted as the men pleading kowtowed repeatedly. How cruel was he to send them on a hunt?

"Trust me little one, if we could kill all the ghabiun we would be set and not have to worry about these sorts of problems." Belle started to descend down the stairs until Elijah turned and looked at her. He sneered when he saw who it was. He focused back to the king. "All I am doing is telling you the truth..." He then pointed towards Belle. "They do not want dirty blood to soil the Royal Line!" As soon as he said that, he started to turn his head. Out of nowhere the King fist his hand together and landed a punch on his cheek. Elijah held onto his cheek with the blow that was made. Zephyr's rage was so bad at the moment , he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him off of his

I am a little woman, but my fury does not prevail." Cesar smiles. "See how she is fierce? She is Tiger Claw, and she will command you. The next time you speak suggestively of my woman, will indeed, be the last time you have your tongue." Kicking Bull does the unexpected, and he spits on Cesar's feet. My king's eyes dilate with his rage but he still manages to keep it cool. "A king who takes orders from his Slaves whore is no king at all!" He brings out his weapon, his mighty khopesh sword, and points it at Cesar. I gasp and

Now, she just wished she could get to hear more. Grace gave her a blank look until finally a frown formed on her face. "What, fired? Why would you think he would have fired you? On the contrary, I think he would have given you two weeks off but not before calling the family doctor over. Make no mistake Moesha, Mr King is no tyrant. He's an angel in human form." Keisha blinked a couple of times, trying to take in the words that she had to admit she had not expected to hear.

“Edric William Charleton, you have been brought here today to face course justice, for the merciless and cruelty you placed upon the people of Northleye. You abused your power and authority as their king. You commited heinous crimes and injustice against the very kingdom you had sworn to honour and protect by oath. If you have any last words, you now may choose to speak them!” His eyes trailed across the crowd, scanning along until they fell on me. Cold and dark, boring seethingly as his lips set into a bitter sneer, slighty parting as glimpses of his chipped, stained teeth. “Yes, I will speak!” He snarled. “You’re no fucking queen! you’re weak! I should have killed you the day you were born

The assassin coughed, blood spilling from their lips—but they were still smiling. “You’re late.” The King stepped forward slowly. Each movement controlled. Calculated. Terrifying. “I’m right on time.” The assassin lunged again— Desperate now. Reckless. They didn’t make it halfway. The King moved faster than Aria could track. One second, he was standing still— The next— He had the attacker by the throat. Lifting them effortlessly. Crushing. The assassin struggled, clawing at his grip, their weapon falling uselessly to the floor.