Divine King Of Honour Novels & Stories

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Black veins owned his neck once more as he fought the urge to submit. He was the Alpha King and he submit to no mortal or immortal. He was a god himself and he would not the subjected to cowardice!! Errol stared with amusement as the king fought his command and suddenly, he was pinned on the floor, the king hovering over him, eyes glazing with pure darkness and fangs bore out. "Dude, chill!" Errol surrendered, a smile on his face but The King roared. "I'll torment your soul!!" "We both know that's my job, King Caesar!" Errol beamed even wider. "We both know am only looking out for you. Am your only ally. The devil doesn't like being provoked. If you don't have a son, a bonded creature can al

Bai, you don't want blood to spew people! " Su Taohong looked around more and more people, the confidence in the heart also big up, after all, her this elder sister's bad reputation far-flung, on who also won't how believe her. "My blood spurns a person? Each neighbor fellow, as long as Su Taohong dares to drink this cup of water today, I su Yuebai disappears from now on, do you dare? " Su Yuebai takes the tea cup in the hands of two donkeys and hands it to Su Taohong. "Peach, it's all right. DRINK! " "drink up, peach, your sister's a bully! " See around the villagers are in good words to persuade Su Taohong, Su month white a helpless. Suyuebai Ah Suyuebai, what wicked things did you do bef

he is the same height as the other three beside him but with more developed shoulders he looked ruggedly handsome as his black hair was long and slik in the middle, his nose is pointed and has a scar like it was hurt before. Something in my chest moves, I don't know what it is but it just moves, his head turns and his startes at me silently like as if he is meeting an old friend or foe! " SHIT!! SHIT!!" Kathy grabs me by my jacket and pulls me towards the direction of the exit "Gezz what!?" I stare at her in shock "King" she mumbles " Draven King!!" " and who is that?" " he is as much of a king as his last name, next in line for the throne, his parents and those behind him on this danm pla

Before attacking, the Dear King had to do something with each weapon and arrow that we would use, so we quickly prepared it. We lined up with our weapons and arrows to ask for a blessing from King Valor. As King, he has the ability to give a blessing that will serve as a protection for each person he blesses. This way, we would not be easily knocked down unless we were killed with poison. There is no resistance to the King's blessing when it happens.

The approaching bowmen had finally reached their location, they all prostrated themselves before the King who was sitting lazily on his throne, grinning at them, containing himself at whatever news they might say. “Master” one of them spoke, “The deed has been done. The one known as Flora of the Kingdom, High Deity and Oracle of Malik has fallen to our weapons.” Dyron bellowed in laughter; the palace shook with the malicious energy that was laced with it. His booming laughs made the bowmen tremble in fear at the sheer evil it conjured. “Very well done, my friends” Dyron applauded them, clapping as he stood up from his throne, “It is not an everyday occurrence where you are able to slay a ‘de

They all knew their duties and how important it was to protect our kingdom! What was so important that they could neglect their duties like this?. "Ose, even if they aren't here, we are. We can handle humans by ourselves." He said then looked at me seriously. "Of course, we pledged to protect our people and kingdom." I answered. The hero was hardly defeated because he was very strong and the gods seemed to favour him. Although he had no holy sword, he still had an anointed one, which was dipped in holy water. It was dangerous to our kind and so were the holy artifacts, weapons and items.

At that moment, Brielle whispered, “I just received news that the Patriarch in the Divine Dimension will descend to the Mortal Dimension. Brielle, be mindful not to be rude toward him. He’s the true leader of our clan. Although I’m the Patriarch of the Mortal Dimension’s Labhrann Clan, my status is low and insignificant. Even a Labhrann from a Sage Dimension can order me around, let alone one who came from the Divine Dimension.” “Understood.” Brielle nodded obediently. At that moment, there was a glow in the sky, on which stood many living beings who looked human and exuded a powerful aura. In the distance, Henrik gazed at the glow in the sky and looked at the man before him, saying, “James,

At least this way I could choose when. The doors in front of me opened and Drake and Brighid stood in the entrance in identical cloaks to me. Brighid’s face was blank as she met my eyes, but Drake sent me a reassuring smile. “Harper Kirby, Divine Warrior of the Shifter line, are you ready to swear your loyalty to the Divine Order and the grace that runs through your veins?” Brighid’s voice ran out clear but lacked any sort of emotion. I glanced at Elias again, and seeing the strained smile on his face I squeezed his hand before letting go. I faced Brighid again and took a deep breath.

It wouldn’t be wrong to call them to have an almost fanatical glow… "Sol Dragona Luxuria. You are the heir of this kingdom. You are the future king of Lustburg. More importantly, you are the son of the hero king. The man who saved this world. The man, the hero, who immortalized himself with his deeds. Never forget that. This title isn't just a boon for you. This is also a curse. A weight. A burden that will try to crush you at every moment of your life." The fanatical glow in her eyes dimmed before changing into a sad melancholic light, a light that spoke tales of the tiredness, the helplessness, and the pain their wielder held.