Romans & histoires Clash Royale Red King

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.

He points out. Annoyed at this game he is playing I am losing my patience. “What are you trying to say?” “Can you really not think of it yourself? Do I really have to spell it out?” He shakes his head as he turns around facing away from me. For a moment I try to think. The King returned, left Jackson and Gemma with a handful of Fighters wherever they went. Now I am here rolling in dirt in pain, what has it got to do with each other?

It has always been said that red is the color of victory and that is the reason I like it. I look at the map sprawled in front of me. I, Eric Leonor has now become one of the most powerful kings of this world. I have made my kingdom the strongest by conquering a large number of towns and villages. I have made my kingdom the largest by extending its territory. Now I will extend the trade over to far areas. I bring the goblet to my mouth and gulp the whole goblet filled with wine in one go. Now no one can defeat me.

Asides, that,the Alpha King is just a strict and disciplined man who wants no weak but the strongest among his council. “All kneel and bow as you receive the decree of the Alpha King.“ The announcer declared. We obliged,each getting on our knee, bowing with our hands above our face. “I implore you all to the farthest of the East pole, down to the mountains to bring home a dragon egg, and scales. Whosoever return with the dragon's egg would be appointed as the governor of Redmond pack, a portion of the goldmine in Redmond pack would be given to the Victor.“ the announcer read, and brings his gaze to stared at us.

Do not…’ ‘I know!’ I snapped at him. “Three packs or no deal, boy,” the Rogue King stated. “Fine. Three,” I said and reached out to shake his hand. The Rogue King smiled and shook my hand. On a different face it would have been a pleasant sight, but on his, it made the hair on the back of my neck rise. The Rogue King reached into his pocket and produced a pendant on a cord, blood-red and roughly the size of my palm and placed it on the table between us. "Every rogue you encounter will recognize that. Show it and they will obey you."

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.

And within only a few years, the impossible happened. The South united under one ruler. Khan Zahir. The Red Alpha King. Red because of his glowing ruby red eyes which shone like diamonds, as well as the Red Stone in the middle of his forehead. No one knew what that stone was or why it seemed like it was embedded into his head, but there were lots of theories about it. No one dared ask him. Even the name itself carried weight. People said the title came from the rivers of blood left behind during his rise to power. And the worst part? He had earned every ounce of that fear.

The Seoul skyline glowed like a mirage as the black car slid into the city limits, windows tinted so dark not even the moonlight dared peek inside. Inside, a man sat motionless. He wore all red. Red leather gloves. Red coat. Red scarf tucked around his throat. A silver ring with a blood-red jewel glinted on his finger. They called him the Red King. No one knew his real name. Only that he never missed. Only that his last contract left an entire cartel branch in ashes.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.