Clash Royale Red King Novels & Stories

I said casting a sideward glance at the guard who was standing with his head bowed. “Umm…” “Do you want me to seal your lips so that it can only say ‘Umm!” I asked in an irritated voice. “Tyson is here. He is carrying the flag of Code Red.” He blurted out. I shook my head and cleared my ears before asking, “What did you just say?” “The Dragon King, Tyson; his brother, Aslan, and his sister, Zarina is here. They are holding a flag of ‘Code Red’. Should we open fire on them?”

His fur was a deep red with naturally orange highlights that made his fur have the same appearance as that of a burning flame. “We are here to speak to Alpha Yash. I am Alpha Dane, and this is my Queen Raya.” I hate to call myself a King, so I still use my title as Alpha. Besides, it saves me the trouble of having to explain how I can be king. Soon enough, everyone will know my true title, but until then I will stick with Alpha.

I almost grimaced when Kine introduced me, but I kept quiet and played along. "Hello," I said to the glum-faced Drakkonian who was sitting in front of me and was giving me a suspicious look. In comparison to the other Drakkonians present, he had highly distinctive features. Except for the monarch, all the Drakkonians had orange eyes; his eyes were dark red. His left shoulder had more of his spiky scales. "Rednor here; this is Ruel. The second in command to the King," Rednor cocked his head away as he said, "Ruel." Pleasant to meet you, The manner in which he had said that seemed strange.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

"We have men surrounding the perimeter in which it was last..." The room erupted in utter silence. No one dared to mutter one single word to the king. He could hear their spiked heartbeats and how much they reeked of fear. He wiped the blood from his sword onto the corpse slumped in front of him. He managed to keep a calm composure. But he could feel his inner beast clawing at him to be released. The beast wanted to protect his beloved king. It urged to demote destruction on anyone who ever thought of betraying him.

“He was tortured and poisoned to keep him weak. You think it’s easy to subdue the superior strength of an Alpha King? It’s why we Moonlighters rightfully hate those rogue bastards.” It was true every member of the Moonlight pack abhorred them. I would know. I experienced a taste of that hate when they first assumed I was one of them. In the distance, the first to appear was the convoy of sleek black vehicles. Following closely behind was the king’s vehicle. The car reached the warriors’ line, and the crowd fell silent, their collective breath held in reverence. Even though the windows were tinted, it was perceivable enough to see a young man inside wearing a mask and a pair of black sunglass

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

Suddenly, realization dawned on Crystal. “Didn’t you say that the Crown Prince was an envoy to propose marriage?” But Oliver shook his head, “That can’t be the Crown Prince. Originally, there were four of that same token. One was with the Orc King, his son the Crown Prince, an unknown immortal, and…” he trailed at the end of his sentence, “the red-haired guy from the restaurant.” “That red-haired guy?” Everyone became confused at the turn of events. If they think about it carefully, it seemed rather odd for that red-haired to have that token. It means that he doesn’t have an ordinary identity after all.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

There is no way he could possibly know I’m aligned with the rebels. “Alpha Jackson,” I call out. The werewolf blanches, his brows furrowing. “Yes, Your Majesty?” “Would you be so kind as to introduce me to this Alpha?” I point to the rebel spy, whose thoughts immediately turn more doubtful. “Alpha Klave of the Greenwood Pack,” Alpha Jackson says. I stare down Alpha Klave knowingly, and he huffs. “If you are insinuating that I’m a rebel spy, as you call them, I can tell you I am offended by the accusation.”