Clash Royale Red King Novels & Stories

But there was strain in his voice now. Real strain. The sanctuary was fighting him. Aria could feel it pressing against his power like two storms colliding beneath the same sky. Red warning sigils illuminated the chamber walls. ROYAL THREAT LEVEL ASCENDING. The words burned across the stone in ancient script. The King looked at them once. Then laughed quietly. Not humor. Disappointment. “So, this is how it ends,” he murmured. Aria grabbed his arm hard enough to stop that thought before it finished forming.

I force myself to scan the faces around the table, memorising the monsters I am trapped with. There is Gage, the Red King. He sits perfectly still, his eyes tracking every twitch of my fingers. You cannot lie to him. He spots a fabrication from a mile away. I tried it once, and he nearly tore my throat out for the insult. Beside him is Kaycen, the Black King. He is a weapon in a tailored suit. His line is famous for combat, moving so fast they react to a challenger's strike before the blow is even thrown. Then there is Isac, the Blue King. He is lounging back, a sickening smirk playing on his lips. The rumours say his kind can hold their breath underwater for hours, but right now, he just lo

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

Across the reception area, through the clusters of guests and swaying couples, a man stands watching me. Even from this distance, I know who he is. Arthur Slater. The new Alpha King. He's tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a charcoal suit that fits perfectly. Dark hair, sharp features, and an aura of command that makes everyone give him space without realizing they're doing it. But it's his eyes that hold me frozen—silver, piercing, seeing too much. Our gazes lock, and the world narrows to just this moment. The mate bond slams into me like a physical force, stealing my breath. Heat floods my body, my wolf suddenly alert and awake in a way she hasn't been since I left Moonridge.

he worriedly said as he looked at Clad. “Shit, I am not done yet.” A number of footsteps were then heard coming not so far from where they were. ‘Ah, the reinforcements…’ Looking at Alex, he motioned his head to let him know that they had to go. “But how about him? ” He asked, pointing at Orlando. … “The king has arrived!! ” Declared by the guard as the king of Voneveir, King Allan, made an appearance with his body fully equipped with armor. “Where are they?”

He felt ashamed for suggesting an easy way out, but it would taint and harm my life and reputation. “We won’t always have easy decisions in life. Yet I will choose death rather than deny my heart and principles.” “I’m learning a lot from you, Alpha King. Thank you so much.” Red knelt and kissed my feet, a pledge of respect and surrender. I smiled and touched Red’s shoulder. “I’m glad you can learn something from me. Please promise me to protect Helena and Freya with your life.”

“The first time I met you in the forest, you were planning to run away from him, right? A weak and incompetent human...” Daphne glared at him. He didn’t have the right to bring up that night even if he was right. “I won't leave him now! Just you wait, he will beat you!” Owen shrugged, leaning back to lounge in the chair, “Oh, I'll wait. I’m counting on him coming. After all, we're the two remaining Royals.” She frowned. What did he mean by that? Was that their last name or was he talking about actual royalty?

it happens so fast, he flips me over and is lying on top of me and he kisses me and I return his kiss. I allow my hands to roam his body then up to his hair, they’re so soft, he parts my legs and nestles himself in between and grinds onto my core and I moan into his mouth which makes him groan and entwine his hand into mine *knock knock* “Red are you inside?” the King pulls away from me and swears under his breath then rolls from on top of me to go to the door.

, he said. “behold, your new king”, the red haired said and there was a loud roar. “HAIL KING MAXIMILLIAN!”. “tonight we will feast, and tomorrow, we set out for war and to claim what is rightfully mine”, he said, the chants getting to his head. “we will do no such thing”, the red haired snapped and there was silence again. “what do you mean”. “do you think you can march in there with swords and arrow and claim the throne”.

It was safe and there were few visitors from other regions. The words "Blessed the King of the Fire Kingdom, Savoir of The Realm of Red" swooped and covered the trees in the stone above the gates in proud magical rainbow letters. Two armed men drew their swords on Pearl immediately, with their attention held firmly on the purring wolves at her side. Red’s big talons extended when he stepped forward, and he stared up daringly at the guard. Heat and smoke slipped through Red’s sharp teeth as he narrowed his green eyes on the guards.