Cave Story King Novels & Stories

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

Dovey said and they arrived at the middle part of the cave. There are a lots of entrances in from of them and there is someone in the middle. He is sitting down while concentrating. "I'm sorry to bother you. Master Chan. I just want you to meet the new king and the princess." Dovey said and the guy in front of them look at them. "The new king and the princess? I see, now I know why they are so familiar for me." Master Chan stated and stood up. "Your majesties..." He bows down in them respectively.

Luckily I am able to do ur before the king and his guards get to me. As soon as he sees me, a suspicious look appears on his face. He has never looked like he trusts me and I don’t give him the impression that I trust him too. He watched my mother die, I will burn his kingdom to the ground. “You?” Cahir asks, looking around. “Yes, me. Were you expecting someone else” “How did you know there was a cave down here?” The king asks me. “Why? Can’t I come and go as I please? I thought you said I could do anything I wanted in the kingdom?

“I hope you brought your story.” “I did!” Jimmy exclaimed. “I left the papers on your desk this morning.” Ruvyn smiled widely and grabbed his arm. “Let's go read then!” They were about to leave the room when the king stopped them, “Wait.” They turned to look at him, he was walking slowly and elegantly towards them. His eyes were fixed on Jimmy's, a beautiful clear blue colouring them. “Diamond,” he said with a deep voice. “Where are you going?” “We are going to read a story,” Ruvyn answered instead. “Is there anything wrong?”

I understood the information my Lycan beast was trying to pass but before I could act, Byron announced, “Gammas Of Royal Hills, Capture Kovan, the dethroned King.” What? Byron looked me in the eyes, “For a new king to be installed, the previous one must be six feet below the ground of the Royal Lycan Tomb, Right, Healers?” None of the healers could respond. None except Lulu who blurted, “You are planning to Kill the King so you can be installed as King?”

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

The air was thick with the scent of earth and dampness, making it difficult to breathe. Finally, we reached a vast chamber deep within the cave. It was dimly lit by the flickering glow of a few torches mounted on the walls. “We have an intruder.” One of my captors sneered, pushing me roughly towards what looked like a throne. I stumbled and fell to the ground, my heart sinking with despair. I was kneeling at the feet of a stranger who I guessed to be their king. I realized the gravity of my situation. What if Derrick was truly dead, what would become of me? I was trapped in this enclosed fox den, far from civilization, I had no idea how I would ever escape. Their king looked like a teenage

"It means something different. We have gifts the alphas do not possess. We are healers, nurturers, survivors. Do not let them convince you that you are worthless." Her words are kind, but they cannot erase a lifetime of being told I am a mistake. I squeeze her hand, grateful for her compassion even if I cannot believe her reassurance. After Mary leaves, I force myself to eat a little. I will need my strength for what is coming. That night, I couldn't sleep. I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I have heard stories about the Lycan King. They say he murdered his own uncle to take the throne. They say he tears apart enemies with his bare hands. They say

Back then. there was a story rumouring back when I was just 12 , about a fierce young king , who ruled all the nearby kingdoms by a hand of steel , his father was murdered in front of his bare eyes , his younger brother were tortured to death , and he was thrown into the flaming fire to engulf him alive , but what happened next was never like anything , it was a horrifying miracle , he jumped off the fire with unbelievable wrath of ignited flames of fire eating his flesh , he screamed loud and fought his enemies , one by one and killed all of the 1000 men , all by himself , by his bare hands , he slaughtered them like rotten pigs , he avenged his father and his brother , he rose up again a

The air hummed like a bowstring pulled too tight. Then the light moved. A figure stepped through — tall, cloaked in smoke and shadow, his skin carved from light and ash. His crown wasn’t gold or silver but bone, fractured and bleeding faint veins of crimson flame. Each step he took left scorch marks in the stone. Malachai whispered, “The First King. Arion of the Bloodline.” Cassian’s smirk faltered. “Tell me that’s a story come to life.” “It’s worse,” Vale murmured. “It’s the story that started all of this.”