Captive Of The Horde King 소설 & 이야기

I could feel his grip around my wrist loosening and in a heartbeat, I curtly freed my hand from his grasp. His once beaming face transformed, contriving a solemn look. A guard emerged, his face sore-stricken. “Sire, there's been an incursion at the northern border. We need your order to stop the marauding pack.” King Sylvester expressed an apathetic face instantly. “I want them crushed and I would be joining you on the raid,” he turned to me. “You would be accompanying me so you can have a feel of what I am trying to achieve.”

I slant my eyes open, wanting to see who it is. I stiffen. It's the man from the ship. The king of the Eld. The person in question, an old, wiry man, falls to his knees. "My King, please reconsider. Taking an immortal's mate is rash, but taking a werewolf's mate is war. King Malcolm will not let this slide." The king takes a step forward and the room falls silent. "Are you..." he starts slowly, voice low. "Saying I'm wrong, Azgah?"

“I don’t think I want to do that.” “This is your only chance to that you really don’t know where my sister is.” Her captor spoke, drawing her eyes to him. He was grinding hard on his molars and from the looks of it, he was trying to hold on to what little patience he had left. “Do it, Maria, and I’ll consider freeing you.” Free her? Would he really do that? “Lower your fucking shields, Maria.” The vampire king repeated.

Iron shackles clamped tightly around his wrists, a brutal iron muzzle covering his mouth, and a collar that sparked with jolts of energy around his neck. She rubbed her eyes several times to make sure she was seeing correctly. She was indeed seeing correctly. She saw the Alpha King of the realm, Axel Voss—the untouchable ruler of the realm, the conqueror, the scourge of God, the embodiment of raw power—stood humbled before them, as a slave, as a captive.

****** Flying on his eagle spirit beast over to Nevetha kingdom, Galore sighted Queen Elfey fighting the armies who were trying to gain entrance into the palace through the final gate and he flew towards her. _______ Nevetha Kingdom: "I am innocent, I am being framed up." Haule shouted as he blocked one of the attacks of the king's. All the king's and the three Lord's of supernatural, circled him. "You are a traitor." One of King shouted, sending ten swords at once towards Haule, who pieces the swords. "I am not a traitor." Haule said. "Of course you are, all evidence is pointing at you." King Galore said as the five Lord's and king's stopped what they were doing and bowed before him.

The expressions on their faces were not pleasant. “Report...” The next moment, a voice gradually approached, and a figure rushed into the hall. “Speak!” Registus immediately shouted. “There’s news from the west. The Wolf King, Andrius Moonshade, was surrounded by a hundred thousand soldiers on Camelback Mountain. However, he then captured all the leaders with his own strength. “Then… within half an hour, the Lycantroops arrived and annihilated all hundred thousand soldiers!” The hall fell into silence.

But it’s as clear as the allure of their eyes, that they recognize who I am, and I can feel how close we are as I right my footing and step forward. They begin to lower their heads that are out in the outside atmosphere, shrinking in a little to make space enough for each other so they can lower their heads enough for me to touch them. “What in the world...” As I bring my tingling hands to rest on their nozzles, I hear someone marvel behind me and turn a little to see the King with mirthful wide eyes. He eagerly comes forward and Zorien hisses, stepping in his way. “What’s with the hurry? Don’t forget it was under your orders I took their parent captive. They won’t favor us if we get close.”

“The rozilog orb will never fall into the hands of dark energy, if you’re meant to have it. It will vanish. You’re just trying to repeat a mistake.” King Vanderox snorted derisively. “You know too much, Hores. Let me explain it to you. Osso will become even purer if he cunningly takes that girl, and he’ll become invincible. Now it’s clear why you’ll hear that I won’t let that happen.” “All this time you’ve been deceiving me, until that girl gives birth to a noble heir. I won’t forgive you, Hores.” King Vanderox looked at his troops. “Imprison him, and we’ll settle all this. Prepare the troops.”

the stoic man confessed, falling face down before the hoodie man who stood aggressively, fuming with undiluted rage "there was no way we could get to him" "We tried everything we could to kidnap him but he was surrounded by many guards" "Who is this this then" the hoodie man pointed at me as I sat cold floor with my two hands bound in chains "She's his wife" he answered quickly "she's the new princess and the future queen of the Werewolf kingdom"

His long blond hair was braided intricately, as always, and his purple robes shimmered under the chandelier light. “I didn’t know your tastes had sunk so low, Magnus,” he said with a cruel grin. “A hybrid slave? What are you going to do—train her as a pet?” I said nothing. I just stared at him. He shrugged, laughing to himself. “To each their own. Maybe you’ve grown soft in your exile.” The slaver interrupted the moment, raising his gavel. “Sold! To Magnus, King of the Lycans!” Chains were removed. Celeste was handed off to my guards. She didn’t resist—but she didn’t look relieved either. She just stared at the floor, eyes distant. Tired.