Chronicles Of The Red King Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She began writing, fingers trembling: “The Lycan Kings ruled through fear and blood. For three hundred years, their law has bound our people, their hunger for dominance more animal than human. The most feared was King Malrek, the blood tyrant, who ruled for seventy years without remorse. Under him, the ceremonies became cruel pageantry, and love was traded for obedience. The current King… is different. He does not laugh. He does not smile. But he let the girls leave after the first challenge, something no King before him would have done. Maybe he has more to him than we’re allowed to see.” She quickly moved on to list names, battles, legacies—but she had written what she felt, and now her fa

Because the Red blood's kingdom consisted of witches with powerful magic only the royal family inherited, they usually turned their knights into wolves to maintain a balance with the outer world. since the kingdom was placed within the terrain of mountains, it was a difficult route for outsiders to come, although they did their trade dealings through a tunnel which connected many parts of the city, only the people of red Blood knew the correct path. The Red blood also became a part of the pack's council enlisting themselves as the red blood pack to avoid any conflicts, but things were taking a wrong turn due to Ferna's jealousy and nobody could predict what would happen.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

He pulled himself upward as the false king tore the crown from my head. Cold rushed through me. The royal mark dimmed. The false king raised the crown. The child screamed. The sound ripped through Azure Tide. Every tower bent toward the open heart. The sea vanished. Not drained. Gone. We fell onto black stone. Raiken hit beside me. The false king landed on his feet, crown still in hand. A throne room formed around us. Columns rose from darkness, carved with serpents swallowing wolves. Red water ran through channels in the floor. At the far end stood a throne shaped from bones and black coral.

Aurelia gazed at the tender meat on the stick, it smelled heavenly. "It's not something you go around advertising as a nation. Before I worked for your mother, I was in service to the Cherish empire. Anyway, like Brismond our king shut the door to the throne room and began to drive the kingdom into the ground." Redford poked the fire with a long stick, "Our king was a decent man, he would never treat his subjects like that." "Did you find the king's body?" Aurelia asked, remembering her first glance at Horace's bloated Corpse.

He was larger than Kaelen, his eyes not red, but a flat, lightless black that seemed to absorb the moon’s glow. This was the Red King. The original rejection. The creature that the Stone Sister had tried to keep buried beneath the quartz for a thousand years. He didn't run. He glided down the slope, the silver vines withering and turning to ash wherever his shadow touched the ground. Killian skidded to a halt, his silver fur matted with the blood of the Shadow wolves he had already dispatched. He stood between our children and the approaching darkness, his Alpha aura flaring with a desperate, white hot intensity.

It was then that I noticed that The King's eyes are bright red just like his; he manages to get on top of the second, sinking his fangs into the second's neck, taking two deep draws and then ripping out his throat with his fangs. The power that flows out from the king in waves tells me that we have just lost him to bloodlust and he is now a very powerful rogue unless I can take him down quickly, the other rogues retreated as soon as they felt the first wave of power. I struggle to my feet and then take him down while he is still kneeling over the second's body. I extend my claws and as much as I don't want to do it; I swipe them across his throat, killing him instantly.

Lex I have never cared for King Matthias of Red River. We first met when he visited Crimson Peak soon after Kane’s coronation. He’d recently been married, and the couple were already being unfaithful to one another. I found this out when I came back to my suite to find King Matthias’s wife waiting for me, naked, in my bed.

He continued while I tried to keep up with everything he was saying. The King has five sons, all of which are ruling their own territories. And one of these days, one of them would rise as the New Alpha King. “What that foolish woman Miranda had said only backed my assumptions. A secret we never confirmed to anyone. All royals were born with a red mark on their hip bones. And they change in every stage of their life.” He then turned around to face me as goosebumps rose on my skin.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.