Clash Royale Red King Novels & Stories

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

Needless to say, even if her sister crouched her way in to avoid unnecessary attention from being late, he would still notice her, what with her scarlet tresses and the towering youths beside her. He noticed her disappearance during the run, along with their parents. So, he looked for her and he naturally witnessed the whole debacle earlier. He found her sister with the dangerous werewolf first, before Ronnie arrived. He was astonished because he knew who that werewolf was and what he represented. He observed and watched from afar and backed out silently when he noticed that he didn't pose a threat to her sister's safety. He seemed somewhat possessive and protective though. He wondered suspi

Trish screamed in panic as the leader of the red army, Duke Redragon, charged to slash at Arion, but the king calmly turned around and held back Redragon's sword. Trish was relieved. He almost peed himself thinking his king would be beheaded by the enemy, and the story ends in chapter two. Rion's and Redragon's swords clashed and formed an X. They stared at each other for a moment, before finally engaging in a duel. But the duel did not last long. Duke Redragon fell to his knees after being stabbed in the stomach. Rion crouched down and supported Duke Redragon's chin, making the black-haired and red-eyed man's face turn towards him.

"We celebrate the return of our king and his mate our queen, by the power vested in me I hereby proclaim Axel Alamander our king and Lianna Redwoods our queen." The cheer continued with series of chants that shouted " long live the king." I felt so happy and so fulfilled. This is it, this is the life I was created to live not the one of hardship, worries and constantly being on the run and I will make sure that no one has to go through all of that.

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.

She said with a big smile on her face. "And so, I introduce to you, King Alexander Alaric Hayes the third." She said and everyone started clapping. I did too, because I had been really anticipating seeing how he looked like. I smiled, stretching my neck to see him over the other Ladies' head. The first place my eyes went to immediately the king walked out was his royal regalia. He looked really nice in a red tunic with dazzling jewels on them and on his golden crown. He had a really fit build, meaning he was a young man, so I looked up at his face and what I saw almost made me faint.

"Then by the power vested in me, by the will of our people, and the strength of our ancestors, I name you Malakai Savage, Alpha King of Blackclaw and all the lands that fall under its domain. May your reign be just, and may you lead us into a future of peace and prosperity." The crown was placed upon Malakai’s head, a symbol of the immense power and duty he now carried. As he rose to his feet, the crowd’s jubilant cheers soared through the air, a symphony of voices celebrating the rise of their new King. Yet, amidst the thunderous exultation, Malakai’s gaze sought Amani—his greatest triumph, the one who made it all worth fighting for.

It energises me to the bones how blind subjects can be to those in power and when I become king so many will fall at my feet. “Theo, get the blinds off,” I ordered and he came beside me with sweat dripping from his bare back, and with a swipe of his claw it came off in an instant. Her eyes widened in fear as her eyes moved to Theo's monstrous looks, his giant build and his face covered in a scary animal tusk mask as she cowered in fear, and when her gaze landed on my face. How could I miss the split confusion her lips part to greet her king but as my red hair comes into view it changes to horror and disdain. My red hair has been a curse while my brother's chestnut has always been cherished a

This was exactly what they needed—a moment of peace, family, and joy amidst the chaos of their lives. “This is a haven for wolves,” Rufus began, his voice steady yet laced with reverence. “The king resides here, along with his royal scouts, hunters, and sentinels. They’re the protectors of the island, maintaining order and defending it from any threat. Alpha Rowan Byron is the king, and he owns almost all of Red Island.”

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.