Novel & Cerita Chronicles Of The Red King Series

Ready to expand Aldenor’s territory to infinity. “High time,” he whispered and abruptly opened his eyes. This moment, for the first time after seven hundred years of calm, the world saw the real King of the Dead. His eyes flashed red with the hunger of five and a half thousand dead people.

I laugh. She blush and return to her seat. "Nanaboozhoo?" I yelled on the counter. As a flash, King was besides me. "Don't go inside. Call the cops." He says with his eyes red. Literally red. "What?!" I asked, afraid. "Ziigwan, listen to me. Call the Sheriff. I'll go inside. Do you trust me?" He looks deep into my eyes. His eyes red as blood. All the black gone.

He hadn't been on a comfortable bed for so long, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep. Almost three years ago, they went to war because of the revolutionists waging conflict. They knew that the former King's condition was becoming worse, and they wanted to take advantage of that. Then just a month after that, the former King died. The war with the revolutionists had intensified. Alaric became King. Keane felt that he had to do everything he can to lead the Knights to victory. Triumph would be the best gift for his newly crowned cousin, he thought. The news of his cousin's wedding reached him when he was in the war. He was genuinely shocked that Alaric didn't marry Jestina. The three of the

"I'm sorry, I don't think I actually know your name." The Horde King tipped his head back and laughed. Once he wound down his mirth, he cleared his throat. "Felix of Ravenscourt, Goddess Kiema." He swept into a courtly bow. "Really?" I shook my head. "Join us, Felix of Ravenscourt, Horde King of the Dark Fae." "Goddess?" Seagull sneered. "Shooting a little higher than our station, huh?" I lifted my shirt, revealed my rune. "It would seem then that Heppni has been lying about more than just her brother Hellion."

She changed everything in the kingdom including my mom's simple recipe for the royal family. I knew the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom hall with her red bareback dress as my father took her hand for a dance on the night of his birthday, my life would change. It would gradually change. But I had no idea that change was dreadful for when I turned ten, I was banished when the high priest announced to everyone at dinner, "The Alpha King's heir curse is a threat to our pack. His cure can only be found in the human world!" At that time, my stepmother was already carrying his seed, the next in line to the throne.

It's as if all the moisture is being sucked from him. "Interesting," I mumble as I crouch down beside him. He stares at me and hisses a little as his body continues to die. "Does this happen to all of you," I ask, and his eyes widen as if he realizes this is it? "Queen...Queen is life to all. Last Queen gone. New Queen gone. No more Queens," he hisses, and I nod before snapping his neck. "No more Queens sounds good to me," I reply to the now silent space.

The panoramic view of the city beyond the window serves as a silent backdrop to the turbulent emotions that swirl within the confines of my office. "Oh my god, Henry, you can't be this dumb," Chris sighs, the exasperation in his voice underscoring the futility of my chosen path. "This is exactly what he wants, for you to play his pathetic little game." The room, adorned with vintage rugs and regal furnishings, seems to close in further as the weight of Chris's words settles. The echoes of our conversation linger, mingling with the timeless ambience of the royal estate, leaving behind a sense of impending upheaval in the air.

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.

I mutter. She looks at me with a nod. “And those who are not hybrids must have felt it even stronger.” Frowning, I run my fingers through my long black hair. Hmm, like an alpha command. What exactly is the power of the Crimson King… “I checked books of old lore. I had a few brought in from the head coven in America and there is a symbol in our history books that refers to a power above all. A symbol that is always in red, I don’t know, but when I saw it, I felt that perhaps it stands for him.”

Smoke bled into the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of crimson and black. From the high tower of Dawnspire, Serenya Vale looked down upon a kingdom trembling on its knees. Armies gathered at the fractured walls, banners of rival houses snapping violently in the wind. Allies had become enemies overnight, and whispers carried across the city like sparks in a storm: Who would claim the crown now? Inside the citadel, the vault doors stood wide open. The crown of Astralis gleamed on its pedestal—silver and obsidian entwined, glowing faintly as though it drew breath. Every heartbeat seemed to echo its call, seductive and absolute.