Eternal Kings Novels & Stories

Although she couldn't speak to them again, being allowed to see them in their memories would be enough for her. The Eternal Throne wasn't called eternal for no reason. It wasn't called eternal because it could never be destroyed. Just like everything in the vast cosmos, it had a half-life and was susceptible to destruction. It was called the eternal throne because it allowed the past kings to live on in it. Memories, techniques, and emotions of kings were kept like precious rubies, and made available to the next king. The throne could let the True King, and only the True King, see and even experience the lives of those that were before him- or in this case, her. "So, when can we begin Reiki?

“So… I guess your brother’s lifeline is now tied to Theo’s. I wonder if Theo had the chance to explain it to him.” That was when I froze. I’d forgotten about the consequence of being mated to and bedding the lycan kings and queens. Eternal life… technically. As long as they lived, so would we. The more I thought of it, the more I too wondered if Kiyan knew that he’d live an eternity and if he was okay with that. Would I be?

Getting dressed and getting off her last sex partner, she kicked the dust off what was left of each of them and went to take a long shower to get rid of the fluids. He took the communicator from his jumpsuit and contacted the king of the dead. Very interesting, thought a Lich King, king of kings, his race was immune to human diseases, because to begin with, they died a long time ago, but they didn't stay dead, others like him, are eternal, not even when they die, do they stay dead. They are leaders of a sect that promises the end of problems and eternal life, since the Sect itself belongs to a dead man, the dead king who has reigned for thousands of years.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

“Stay here as long as you want. This place may be simple, but I think I can make it look like a palace if you want. " “If you consider me a queen, I will tell you that not all queens need a palace. But all queens need kings. So you just need to be my king. I think that's enough. " The words touched Jackson. What Jackson didn't know was how could he believe every sweet word that came out of Beverly's lips? Even though he really wanted to believe that sentence, in fact Jackson could not let himself just believe it. Jackson is afraid that Beverly is like Maria. Very afraid.

Eric said almost to himself *** At the same time in a small room were six people all seated around a rectangular table, two sat on one side, two sat on the other side while two sat at the edges, all six of them had the appearance of middle aged men but they were all Hunters who have lived for over two hundred years, they all had the aura of otherworldly experts but one of them was even more magnificent than the rest as he had the airs of a ruler even though he wasn’t clad in his royal garb the aura he was exuding wasn’t something that could be disguised or hidden by causal wears, he was the Ruler of the Hunter Race commonly known as Hunter King while the other five were the Utmost Exalted El

Their kings and queens are the most powerful immortals in all of Wysteria. They are called immortals because they do not die and do not age like normal people. They can be killed at will and murdered. There is no old man to be found in Wysteria. Most of the citizens of each kingdom also live richly, but there are places in each kingdom where simple citizens live, and simple life is enough for them.

It was the king who spoke, he managed to look steady and strong, but he could feel his fingers begin to shake, he didn't like where all this was going. "This is about me, I'm not going anywhere. please, Don't make me leave just yet. please, papa." The king turned to her and something passed between them. There was a time when her father was her best friend, they were connected in a way only a father and daughter could be. But then the first whispers of war came five years ago, and little by little, day by day, he'd grown distant. The red-eyed immortals, had taken even that. Their relationship had evaporated. But in that moment, in that quiet, unspoken moment of fear and vulnerability, someth

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

Truett and Rebella exchanged glances, fully grasping the implications of James’ words. They motioned for James and his companions to proceed further into the hall. Once James and his comrades were seated, Truett and Rebella took their places on the elevated platform. Truett commanded, “Mr. Clayton, summon the Thirteen War Kings.” Clayton turned, his voice echoing with authority, “The Grand Steward summons the Thirteen War Kings!” Immediately, several Bohnwer Lights flashed outside the hall. The war kings of the empire, renowned for their formidable strength and high status, began to enter the hall one after another. These figures were James’ former acquaintances and family, now holding signi