Clash Royale Red King Novels & Stories

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.

King Valor's right-hand became alarmed and he quickly went to the center front, right in front of the Princes' table. "Gentlemen and ladies, let us warmly greet him on his fifty-eighth birthday. The Father of our Kingdom, King Valor!" Applause and music filled the hall when King Valor came out the door. The five Princes wore the same clothes as their Father king, only the color was different. If for the Princes it is navy blue, for King Valor it is red. Even though he is close to becoming a senior citizen, he is still strong. He did not yet need a few soldiers or servants to support his every move. He was still capable of fighting and leading Norland.

“They look good on you.” I gave a fake smile. “Thanks. I'll be on my way.” He just nodded. The moment I reached the door, there was a sudden knock causing me to jump. Someone was coming and I needed to hide. Before I could even react, the door had opened and an unfamiliar face walked in and I could instantly tell he was a Beta. “My King.” the beta bowed his head. “Alpha Reid has asked you out for breakfast.” King? Kiinng?! My eyes were popping out instantly as I stared at the stranger in utter shock and confusion . He... this man.. is the King?!!!

He said and Loki glanced at him speechlessly, taking in his features properly for the first time while she wondered why he seemed to keep crossing boundaries with her. He was a few inches taller than her. His jet-black hair was in a taper haircut and he was dressed in a black tuxedo. He had a small cut on his right eyebrow, and his eyes... those honey brown orbs were the most seductive pair she's ever seen. And his smile, was the type that could make any woman's knee go weak just at the sight of it. His looks made him give off the vibe and definition of a walking 'red-flag'. But Loki wasn't the least bit flattered by this gorgeous man. After all, Glen had been a beauty to behold too.

He declared. "Kaleth..." My eyes widened and my heart pounded against my chest when his large hand wrapped around my neck in a tight grip. The veins in my forehead popped and I gasped for air. "I am your king, and as such you address me properly," he sneered. I gripped the hand with which he was strangling me and started hitting it. Zade stood unmoved and the least empathetic. My head became light headed as his grip tightened. Just when I was about to succumb to darkness for the second time, he released me.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

"It's okay, Tess. You don't have to forgive me. I'll keep protecting you, even if it costs me my life." His tone was the same as when he once swore to protect Yelena. It was a pity I had long since grown tired of hearing empty promises. My steps didn't falter, and soon I reached the mouth of the valley where a familiar figure clad in silver armor was leaning quietly against a tree, waiting for me. It was Ella, the Alpha King's general. When she saw me approach, she straightened at once and bowed. Then, she offered me a waterskin. "Your Majesty, His Majesty wasn't comfortable letting you return on your own."

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

Entering the store, Alexis was immediately greeted by the saleswomen there, who hurriedly wanted to take excellent care of the leader of the pack and the ruler of their city. Bowing for Alexis, one of the saleswomen immediately greeted them: "Good evening King Alexis, how we may help you?" Graciously reciprocating the bow, Alexis sketched a gentle smile on his face, and replied: "Good evening, I came to buy a couple of your best bottles of red plum wine." Hearing the alpha's request, the female employees quickly set about finding bottles of wine for Alexis, finding the most expensive and finest for him, placing them on the counter.

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.