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I stand back up. "Havin' fun wit' your whore, little Cousin?" he asks. I scowl at him, but he doesn't see since Cesar quickly shoves me behind him. "Who are you to interrupt us?" Cesar hisses. "Couldn't you see 'dat we were in 'de middle of something?" "The fuckin' King of the barbarians," Red Fox smugly replies Cesar scoffs. "And who am I, Younger Cousin?" Cesar roar " No my cousin I am the goddamn King of the 'de barbarians. The King "

“Only Humans would believe this shit. No offense.” “None taken. Well, some taken.” He doesn’t smile. “Constantine was intelligent. And greedy. And as the cult grew and he kept making promises that he couldn’t keep, he decided that what he and his followers needed was an enemy, and maybe a kingdom that was their due but had been wrongfully taken from them. He told his followers that as soon as they took back their birthright, they would become all-powerful, immortal Weres.” I’m starting to feel nauseous. “Was that kingdom the Northwest?”

He is a true predator who knows no pity and does not know how to love. They say that the Lord is just like that - a purebred. Conceived and born of vampire parents. He is the strongest of us all, there is no doubt about that. And he is looking for a force similar to himself. But the Lord had already made many attempts to convert a person, and they all ended in failure. The king suffered greatly from this, but did not give up the idea of ​​finding the Chosen One. The one who will survive the blood of a pureblood, who will not die after tasting the true elixir of eternity.

CINZIA POV I swallowed hard, eyes widening along with my mouth. I felt like a fish out of water, but I didn't care. The hybrid king wasn't what I expected. He was visible, but I could barely see his face—it was wrapped in a large yellowish cloth. Only his anthracite eyes and straight Grecian nose were visible, along with his rich golden skin. I couldn't understand why his face was covered, and I recalled my earlier speculation. Maybe he was hideous, or perhaps those he had harassed left permanent scars. I tried to imagine scars running across his face, but all I saw was an overly attractive man despite the scars.

We were looking for Tino. After these words left my lips, Tino's head turned to me. “Why are you looking for me? ” "Because you are the new King of Giants and I need you in my war against Amon, the Vampire King. Constantine's look was incredible; he was so shocked by it. "I told you that she was the future Goddess of the Moon, My Lord, "said Thibaut with a triumphant smile.

The Captain of the Guard was a silent, steadfast shadow, his loyalty a small, warm ember in the cold, lonely darkness of the hall. “They are like sharks, my King,” Ronan said, his voice a low, cautious murmur. “They can smell blood in the water.” “Let them smell it,” Kaelen said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I am not dead yet.” “No,” Ronan agreed. “But you are wounded. And a wounded king is a dangerous king. Dangerous to himself, and dangerous to his kingdom.”

Everything felt wrong. “Stay close,” Ryan said. I stepped beside him as we walked toward the main hall. The guards at Nightshade bowed low as we passed. Their eyes flicked to me with curiosity. I lowered my gaze, trying to keep my breathing steady. Inside, a tall man greeted us with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Lycan King,” he said, bowing. “It is an honor.” Ryan gave a short nod. “And the Luna,” he added, his gaze lingering on my covered face. “Welcome,” he said. “I trust your journey was safe.”

Around her sat the leaders of the Mountain Pack and the emissaries who had come from Shadow Creek—Donovan, her mother, and the council elders. "The Shadow King is a wolf like no other," Donovan reported, his face grim. "He emerged from the eastern wastes six months ago, claiming to be the heir of the First Wolves. He's been gathering followers ever since, promising them power and glory." "He's a liar," Seraphina said flatly. "The First Wolves have no heirs. They're spirits, not bloodlines." "Maybe." Donovan's voice was heavy. "But he's convinced thousands of wolves. He's built an army that could overwhelm any pack in the region."

King doesn't control his Beast form in the first hour or so after shifting, and it's usually me that uses my Beast form if we need quick action with thoughts involved. His huge jaws unhinge and a garbled, "Shoot me," comes out. I catch the angry grumble from deep in his throat that he's trying to hide. Shadow Warriors, all but me, need to run off the Kedorine 5 in their bloodstream before they can do more than find an enemy and kill it. We call it K-5 for short, and it's what gives us the ability to morph into King's current form-a ten-foot monster from another planet that gives even the most stable adult nightmares. The K-5 causes irrational and dangerous behavior until the hormone spike se

The tone that the man spoke in radiated imperiality. Constantin took another look—a black-gold dragon robe, the Flat-Heaven Crown, and a radiance of imperial majesty. Could it be… "You're the king of Dasovia!" Constantin exclaimed. Chase snorted coldly. He didn't waste words and struck directly using the Earth Sovereign's Seizing Hand. Constantin's face changed. He quickly drew his sword and unleashed his ultimate technique, the Tallon Nine Swords.