Novelas y relatos de Eggsy Roxy Kingsman

Roxy coughed one last time, clearing her throat as she peered down into the basket at the blackened, unrecognizable remains of what was supposed to be our fried chicken. She turned back around to face the room, her cheeks still flushed, but she forced a straight, unapologetic face as she looked directly at my woman. "Don't worry, Sienna, we're safe..." Roxy announced, her voice deadpan as she held up a piece of smoking charcoal with a pair of metal tongs. She gave a small, weak shrug, ignoring Ma’s horrified, judgmental expression behind her. "It's just a little… crunchy." The absurdity of her words echoed through the silent kitchen.

Damon muttered, his eyes glued to where my hand rested over my heart. The door opened again, and the third brother walked in. The one with the midnight-blue fur. In human form, he was devastatingly handsome, with hair as dark as his wolf's coat and mischievous green eyes. He moved with a lazy grace that felt more dangerous than Damon's obvious strength. "Well, look who's awake," he said, a charming smile playing on his lips. But his green eyes were sharp, missing nothing. "I'm Reece. And you've caused quite a stir, little omega."

I asked Elder Morgana. Damon interrupted her as she was about to speak. “Listen, everyone. I don't care who you are or what you are. I am the only one with the title of a king here. I am not just the alpha of a pack alone. I am the alpha king, and I demand total respect from all of you. It's one kingdom and I lead everyone!”

It’s very obvious I don’t have a shot of happiness with him, for all I can guess, he can be even worse than Alpha Boden. “I Morana Ledger, a Captivated Rogue member of this pack, propose a rejection to the fated bond between us.”

As the rest of the girls stood still, April G made her way out of their circle. I must get out of here. But as April G started to run away, Roxy’s body began to glow with green energy, and she began to transform into a stone-like creature with bat-like wings and glowing green eyes. “You got to be kidding me,” April G said as Roxy escaped her time freeze. Roxy flew towards April G and not her against the brick wall leading at the end of the hallway. As Roxy charged at her, April G thrust her arms forward to freeze time again. However, Roxy seemed unaffected by heard ability and flew straight towards her.

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

She was an outsider here, and she wore her otherness like a suit of armor. Her gaze was drawn to the main balcony where the King stood, a solitary figure of stark black and silver against the vibrant backdrop of the party. She had watched him for the better part of an hour. He played his part well, the stoic, regal monarch, but Lyra’s hunter’s eyes saw the truth. She saw the tension in the line of his shoulders, the way he held his goblet without drinking, the distant, unfocused look in his grey eyes. He was a man trapped in a cage of his own making, and the key to that cage was a secret that gnawed at him, a pain she could almost feel from across the courtyard.

She understands the politics of silence better than most. The kitchen is rowdy with activity when I enter. One of the omegas is frantically trying to salvage what looks like burned toast while another hovers nervously by the stove. And in the center of it all stands Roxy, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing what appears to be one of my old shirts that hangs nearly to her knees. "No, no, no," she is saying, waving her hand dismissively at the young omega by the stove. "The Alpha likes his eggs soft in the center, not cooked through. Did you not know that? Do it again."

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

the said again shaking the steward out of his trance " The dragon eggs are silver and green only, what black egg are you saying!!" The chief steward remarked angrily as he finally looked up and saw what his assistant is pointing at, then he walked closer to the egg and inspect it but he couldn't feel any soul attachment from it " it's.... it's .......the green egg.. is dead" the steward whispered as he finally managed to let out the sentence, his misfortune down on him, he is dead for real, the king will kill him, No, Not only him ... the king will kill him and all his family.. he was deep in thought as his assistant ran back to the palace with the other egg to deliver the news to the king