Romans & histoires Deviant King

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

Elias said, his gaze sharp. "Devon's obsession with his family is his greatest vulnerability. He will be away, hunting the phantom threat we sent. His father, our dear King, is still on the throne, a shadow of his former self, paranoid and cruel. He desires loyalty above all else. And he fears what Devon represents – the echo of his murdered queen, the uncontrolled power he cannot command. He desires Devon's demise, not just for the throne, but to bury his secrets." Elias’s smile widened, a chillingly triumphant expression.

My overwhelming feelings for him turned into anger, and I felt filled with loathing towards him when I saw him and our eyes connected. The Dark Vampires attempted to corner me, but I was stronger than these slaves. As I entered the building, I saw that all of my soldiers were also fighting for their lives. I could see Salvatore within; he was closing his eyes because my father had taken all of his strength and power. I said, "Let him go! That's an order from the Vampire King." "How can you call yourself a King? If you don't act like a King?"

But this youngest son is different from his two older brothers. Duke Murdoch and General Accientsy serve their king faithfully, so they are favorites of King Arran. That is why many are jealous of them, especially the corrupt officials whose loyalty is divided between the two sons of the king. Regis Filius Damarion is the eldest son of King Arran. This is the only child of his first wife.

I'd like to know "I pushed him while holding his stare with a scorching heat and seductively encircling his arm. "He is allegedly a hybrid of a monster and a god. For years, he dominated this country "He told me. Now I was interested. Is it true that I wondered who the individual could be to Lucian? Lucian would have probably defeated him if he were the current king. I was eager to learn more, but the King's expression changed abruptly to one of hesitation. I enquired, "What happened to him?" Now that the cat was out of the bag. I was curious. I was curious to learn more. Was this the reason Lucian didn't want me to approach the river in any way?

"You summoned fiendish demons and focused on resisting the Merit System that I was about to establish. "In the Crape Myrtle Upper Kingdom I want to build, everyone is equal in terms of merits." Mortals were loyal to good, and cultivator killed demons. Those with merits, those who did good deeds, held high positions lead the way. But you ruined my plan again and again. From your words and deeds, you are ruthless and strong by using demons. You're no longer a cultivator, but a devil king. "Today, I can't tolerate you for all the living creatures in the Upper Kingdom and the ideal of making merits!"

"Yes, my lady" I close my eyes, a sigh leaving my parted lips. If I'm right, we really need to carry out the bonding ceremony or it might be too late. A shudder runs down my spine at the thought of him turning into a demon and completely giving in to his darkness. "So, you never told me much about your kingdom. What are your people called?" I say. "We are all witches and witchers but we are generally called ice witches. We had an alliance with the fae people and when our kingdom was attacked, our survivors came here to the fae kingdom and asked for refuge. The fae made another deal with us and soon, we were given a large mass of land where we could start afresh" she says and I nod in underst

"It all sounds good and wonderful but again, I'm not interested. I like my solitude. If the current 'vampire king' knows that I helped him, he would have my head" "He is not the king. He is just a murderer and imposter. You are not that secluded as you paint the picture. If we can find you then he can too. And what will stop him from taking you? Using you for your powers? He already has a mage under his thumb and he will do the same with you" "Nonsense! He doesn't scare me. I can handle him"