Color Of The Supreme King Novels & Stories

Royale Pack Territory United States Lying in the middle of a dense forest was the most magnicificent palace anyone will have the fortune to lay eye on. The palace is made of pure white marble, which shone an iriscident white in moonlight. The collosal size, the intricate design everything screams perfection and it belongs to none other than THE ALFA RE SUPREMO- ALEXANDER CASPER GABRIEL KAHIL. The King of the Werewolves was not an ordinary man. He is the epitome of grace, power, control and dominance. A force to reckon with. The one which others never dare to cross, the one which others prefer to keep distance from.

“The room color doesn’t reflect enough light from the lights in the room and I thought I should do something to correct it.” “By painting it brown?” I said in disbelief, staring in the direction of the wall he had succeeded in having the workers paint. The area was where my Dad’s picture and the pictures of the past Kings and Queen of my lineage were hung and I watched in exhaustion as the workers hung the pictures back after having to take them down during the painting. “It’s not brown, my Queen. It’s a special type of luminous color. It glows—” “Shrilly.” I butted in and took a deep breath. “Listen to me.” I told him and he settled his attempt to explain himself.

My eyes landed on the king and princess. I'm telling you it's a requirement to be hot and royal! The king wore some king of royal regalia that was a dark silver. His shirt was burgundy and he wore black accented things like his shoes and tie. His olive skin glowed with the colors. His long, white hair was slicked back, falling down his back in one thick curtain of hair. His eyes weren't as icy as Ismelda's. They held a deeper blue tint to them, but they were no less intense. Ismelda was paler than her father. Her white hair was full, swept to one shoulder in a low ponytail with fanning pieces by her ears. She wore an all silver dress. It looked thin, yet heavy, almost as if it was actually m

His long dirty blonde hair was held back by a velvet band and he had a mischievous smile on his face. When he caught Alyn staring, he sent her a wink and she turned bright red. Prince Khalid was the last to take his seat and he had worn a gold shirt decorated with gold beads and golden pants. His black hair was tucked into a gold cloth wrapped around his head. He gave a small smile to her before seating beside his sister who was also decked from head to toe in gold. The King signalled for breakfast to begin after the resident priest had blessed the food and all the noise began again.

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.

He stopped against the wall and turned me, so I stood in front of him, my back touching his chest. A moment later, the announcer greeted the King and Prince, and they both entered the ballroom and stopped at the podium. Morfran Tenebris didn't look much older than his son. If it hadn't been for the golden crown on top of the mass of blond curls of his hair, I would have thought that he was Metis's slightly older brother. Unlike the Prince's, Morfran's eyes were much colder, resembling nearly translucent blocks of light-blue ice. The King wore a black tuxedo, a blood-red shirt, and a black tie. Metis wore similar clothing but with a navy blue shirt. The King silenced the crowd with a gesture

“So this is the girl who the Goddess has paired with my grandson. Come closer girl, I want to have a good look at you.” The King booms from his chair at the head of the table. The king sits at the head of the table. He is old but not at all frail. He looks sturdy and fit, his body sits rigidly in the chair. His robes are made of plush velvet the color of a bright sapphire. Large jewels glint in the low light adorning his fingers and set in his crown. His eyes are steely and devoid of joy. Seated to his left is the queen. She sits silently. Her face perfectly painted and still. Her expression is a mix of serenity and disinterest. To his right sits my mate. His eyes burning into me.

When he was using his royal gifts or the gifts he trained for, it was always in black. “That is Prince Kastav color, everybody knows that. Now you can stop pretending that is why you are here and end this charade you are here to play, act crazy and say the hurtful things which Gwenn told you to say.” I said to Sorens, folding my arms across my chest as I braced for impact and waited for the shock expression which Sorens wore on his face as Prince Kastav’s name to fade.

She was just a mere human. Even if he did mark her then, the chances of her surviving the bite would be unlikely. He pulls back and solemnly stares at the mark engraved on her neck through teary eyes. There's a birthmark there, symbolizing her reign over her King. He belonged to her, just as much as she belonged to him. A tear manages to escape his eye as he delicately caresses a thumb along the rose-shaped mark that had bounded them together now. And would even in their after lives.

Lavana questioned in ridicule. In response, the king levitated, and his transformation commenced immediately. His shoulder-length dove grey hair lengthened by a few inches and became frizzly, changing into a rosewood colour. His eyes turned zaffre, and his outfit changed to just loose ankle-length black pants with an obsidian black silk sash around his waist. Finely patterned fuscia veins made their appearance and could be seen on his entire naked upper body, though they stopped at his jaws. A big wenge ancient-looking book sealed by wine-coloured vines made its appearance after flying out of the king's spatial ring.