Romans & histoires Deviant King

"We are not meant to be just servants Kyle. The laws in Red Kingdom are disgusting. Hopefully things will change when Prince Phoenix sits on the throne." "You know, King Caelestinus isn't so bad. I can't believe I'm saying this but he actually seems like a decent guy. Not someone who would come up with laws like this." "He didn't. His father did. King Rhydian Vlad. They called him The Demon King. He was cruel, ruthless and unforgiving. He killed for sport and he was the most beastly creature to have ever existed. Ten times worse than his father before him. He made sure his kind, the Royal Pure Bloods, were worshiped and kept above all other beings. He was sick and messed up in so many ways."

No matter which world, that is deemed to be a Cardinal truth. His lessons mainly centered around the details of the past kings as well as the diverse important events. "One of the laws of the kingdoms is that all crown princes or crown princesses must wear a name related to a star or a planet. His majesty Jupiter was the first king. After him were Pluto, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and finally his majesty Mars, the eighth king." Sol listened to the information attentively. After all, this information revealed something incredible.

“Or a life deviant?” “True deviancy has always been a tricky subject,” Anrik answered. “I doubt anyone would want to go against a fully primed true deviant. History tells us Trenon was a death mage as a demon king and it took a platoon of invokers, all battle mages, to face him.” “Trenon was a demon,” Sharmin interrupted. “They’ve always proven a tasking ordeal to deal with regardless of deviancy. A human death deviant—”

Yet he was forced to remind himself and his enemy—Arian Khan could change, but if necessary, he could also summon the old monster, only for the sake of his son. Abrar ran out of his room and sat on his grandfather's lap. "Dada, you haven't told me a story today. A prison story, a story about good people." Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'"

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

He declared. "Kaleth..." My eyes widened and my heart pounded against my chest when his large hand wrapped around my neck in a tight grip. The veins in my forehead popped and I gasped for air. "I am your king, and as such you address me properly," he sneered. I gripped the hand with which he was strangling me and started hitting it. Zade stood unmoved and the least empathetic. My head became light headed as his grip tightened. Just when I was about to succumb to darkness for the second time, he released me.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"Just shut the fuck up. You all are just the worst kind of people I've ever come across. You are supposed to stand by your King. Support him in whatsoever he does and not point fingers all the time. What proof do you have that King Alex, Alpha of this pack is a Devil? What proof?!" "The prophecy!" Someone replied. "Prophecy?" Selena scoffed. "Did the prophecy reveal that Alex came from hell as a devil with the intent of killing his household? Because if he did, then the devil might be a stupid creature after all. King Alex is not a devil prince and from today, whoever spreads that rumor or is caught calling him will be arrested and thrown into the dungeon. No more insolence taken." She could

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"