Cave Story King Novels & Stories

I was so scared for both of them yet suddenly the rain fell away and the darkness just went so dark it was exciting for me and my inner darkness. My body pressed lower, nearly scrapping at the roof of the cave we were walking in. I nearly cried with relief, seeing that we were at the very top of the mountain, in a cave I had never seen before. We tracked deeper and deeper, my eyes wide with how deep we were going, as if going to the heart of the mountain. My whole body was shaking, seeing clearly. I could just tell that it wasn’t just a cave. There was something about it that seemed powerful, seemed magical and ancient. Drawings littered the walls of the cave, telling different stories I did

He announced. "We can't wait". Alice said excitedly. *** After Bruno, his father and Anthony had left Queen Seria's funeral, they headed back to the Kingdom. "So, what's your name child?" The King asked. "Anthony, Your Majesty". He replied. "Where do you stay?" The King asked him. "No where exactly Your Majesty. Just my father's old cave". Anthony answered. "Cave? Your father lived in a cave?" The King asked, surprised. Who lived in caves anymore?

"No! No one sent me. I’m just... I’m just Abigail." The King’s grip loosened, his fingers sliding down to Noah’s collar. "A girl?" "A village girl," Noah lied, the words tasting like copper. "My home is gone. Please, you’re bleeding out. I have a cave nearby." He hauled the King up. The man was a mountain of muscle and dead weight. Noah groaned, his own thin frame buckling under the pressure. Every step through the knee-deep snow felt like his bones were snapping. Inside the cave, the air was marginally warmer, smelling of damp earth and old smoke. Noah dumped the King onto a bed of dry moss and scrambled to start a fire. His fingers were numb, fumbling with the flint until a spark finally c

King Silas warned. When he heard the king's voice, a glimpse of hope lit in his dark heart. He dashed off like a lightning to the cave and took the queen's body. They then disappeared in the seam of white thick fog. Damien, the prince of the vampires and only heir along with his army were too late to chase the fog away. "Seek the whole land! You are not to leave anything behind!" he roared as he spoke in archaic language. "Our prince, there's nothing left except for the corpses of the stinky wolves!" his right arm, Cassius reported while sneering.

“What door, Cael?” ​Cael opened his mouth, but only a wet gasp escaped. Slowly, his head turned toward the floor beneath them. “The one inside me.” ​Behind them, the First King breathed a single, horrified word. “Gods...” ​Cael tilted his head toward the old ruler. “You put it there.” ​The King’s fingers loosened, his heavy sword slipping from his hand and clattering against the flagstones. “I was trying to save the realm...”

In amazement the King's aid said; "capture? great one, do you intend to fight against their kingdom?" This time the King laughed even louder, "I am not putting up a war against them; I am going there to raise my new breeds of prisoners after I have captured them all; I will be using the King's skull as my next wine cup, his cup will be my special cup." Shamugar the King of the Kingdom of the southern region said emphatically. This time is aid paused... "my King, I beg to suggest to

BOOM. Dust drifted from the ceiling. But nobody looked at the fracture now. Everyone was watching the creature. Watching the Hollow King. Watching old wounds reopen. The creature’s eyes drifted toward the throne. “There were seven of us.” The Hollow King’s jaw tightened. “We don’t need this story.” “We do.” Its voice wasn’t angry. Just certain. And somehow that certainty made everyone listen. “There were seven Keepers.” The cavern became quiet again. “We believed we could save everyone.” It smiled bitterly.

"The King is asking for you. Something’s happened in the lower caves. He says it’s the plague." Ciaran closed his eyes for a second, resting his forehead against mine. He looked like he wanted to tear the door off its hinges and whoever was behind it. The heat was still rolling off him in waves, making my skin tingle. "Go," I signed against his chest, my hands still a little unsteady. He didn't move immediately. He squeezed my waist one last time, a lingering, possessive grip that made my stomach flip, before he finally slid off the bed.

Inside the cave was better enough than the hot desert and there inside the cave they had enough sleep as much as they could get and eat the animals they killed in the desert, in flesh and blood they consumed and kept some remnant for next day. The king and his men stayed in the cave for seven days , there in the cave they had lived eating wild food and remnant from previous hunt and urine for drink. Soon they discovered a river bank down a valley. King Zoomorah said he and and his men would go and establish the territory and he called the River bank that ran through a two miles down a valley away from the cave His Nile. He called upon his disciples that he was going to send words to his peop

He shook his father's hand and then he turned to Paul, giving him a firm nod of respect and trust. "The journey to the Milton Cave is long and the path is filled with traps and wild animals that will try to stop you from reaching the dragon's lair. Take the fastest horses and the best armor we have, and know that the prayers of the entire Red Moon Pack are going with you into the darkness of the north," King Jake said. He looked at his father and his best friend, feeling a heavy weight in his chest because he knew how dangerous this mission was going to be for both of them.