Chronicles Of The Red King Series Novelas e Histórias

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

He was breathing heavily and he looked for the pair of eyes that might have looked like him. “My king, is something the matter?” It was King Alfred's right-hand man, and his half brother, Frank. He was actually the Chief Minister of the Red Dew Kingdom. King Alfred was pulled out of the oceans of his thoughts. He composed himself almost instantly, not wanting to make a fuss over a mere feeling in his heart.

The End. The book has ended but the series has not. Keep an eye out for Isabel's book and, The Two Kings and the Lost Elder. This story will continue in the book of the two kings.

Then — a voice, low and ancient, echoed through their skulls: “Three blades clash. One bloodline awakens.” The Red King stumbled, disoriented. Devin pounced, slamming him against the bookshelf. “Who hired you?” The Red King’s mask cracked slightly. He smiled. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Then he triggered a smoke pellet on his wrist. BOOM. Smoke engulfed the room. Alarms began to wail. Guards pounded up the stairs. By the time they entered, the Red King was gone. Thirty Minutes Later – War Room

he said, and I looked at him. “Really?” I asked. “Yes, this is the definition of not judging a book by its cover. Don’t get me wrong, the king and queen are good leaders, but not all leaders are also perfect. Do you know, it has not rained in this kingdom for thousands of years because they are cursed?” he said. My mouth hung open. “So, there is a possibility this is an illusion? The trees and rivers?” I asked. “It is. I remember the old queen who cursed this kingdom,” he said.

Old habits died hard, and I often found myself slipping back into my old ways—being stubborn and forgetting my place. I pulled my white apron over my tousled hair and deftly tied it on my back. As I made my way toward the door, I slipped my feet into my thin leather work boots. Then, I hid my red hair under a bonnet. Although it wasn’t uncommon to have red hair, it left people with unsettling feelings because all Cardinal descendants had red hair. In this new era, having fiery red hair wasn’t considered lucky. The late King Cardinal and his predecessors reigned for well over five hundred years over Airedah, and all of them had bright red heads in the paintings I had seen. The new king would

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

Unlike the other portraits, where the figures had softer, friendlier features, this man exuded an aura of danger. “He is handsome, isn’t he?” Sandy came to her side, looking up at the portrait as well. “Yes, but… he looks cold, stern… dangerous.” Katherine listed, and she muttered to herself, “and his eyes are dead, empty, void of any emotion, nothing of joy.” “He is ruthless. A devil like everyone deemed. The most ruthless of the royal generation. He is the Alpha King, Luther Reeds.” Sandy said and gestured Katherine to look at his name below the portrait and there, engraved on the golden frame of the portrait was his name.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.