Eternal Saint King Novels & Stories

The crowd fell into a hush. And then… the door opened. Out stepped a man who made the very air tighten. Darian Rhys Draven. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in black. His Alpha King insignia shimmered against his chest. Midnight-black hair, tousled and damp from the mist. His cold silver eyes scanned the horizon first—calculating, commanding. And then, they landed on her. Time stopped. Seraphina froze. Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head.

He sighed loudly “His always here” Following Andrei through the large stone archway, Summer was dumbstruck as she stepped into drunken chaos with eternal high beamed ceilings and gothic black pews on the floor at the far end, the bloodied angel was spectacular. Its fast green lasers swept the dancing corpses like a mop and propelled them into frenzied movements.

“He made a double appointment today. He now wants to bring another man who will become a member, says it’s more fun this way, I can’t…” I calmed myself from raining insults and curses down on the man. I remembered how that night he had f*cked me hard like an animal, even without any foreplay. I didn’t know what his importance was to the membership and why Kaiser had insisted on giving him the premium treatment. Other than he was the king of his turf at Darkside, and brought in a lot of members, I wouldn’t bother about a client like him.

Their life couldn't have been more perfect and the baby was what made it so much better. The devil, on the other hand, was not happy about the joy and gladness that Herald brought to Garin. He had sent Garin to Earth to suffer but seeing him smile every day he looked at the baby made his blood boil until he couldn't take it anymore and decided to do something about it. In the depths of hell, Lucifer sat on his throne and summoned one of his demons. A male named Kari, one of his most evil and effective demons. Kari came flying in and landed on his knees in front of Lucifer. He was big and he had four arms and four eyes. His horns were very long and his wings were even longer than his entire b

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

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...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

I gesture to Ogi to wipe his lips, but instead, I get McKenzies attention. "Oh my god. Why is King with purple lips?" She screams. I can sense all eyes on me. "Awesomesauce..." I say. He's a quarter of mile away. "You're paying for this..." I whisper, knowing that he's listening. I walk towards McKenzie, revenge on my face "Listen up, everybody, McKenzie is speaking her mind. Shut tha funk up so thy Queen Bee does not need to scream. Lord knows she can't survive much longer without her dose... of atention." And then I tell her "MethHead" and smile.

“The elders speak of you like you’re a living legend. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it. “Thank you for coming to get me.” “The honor is all mine,” he said, taking my bag. “The Academy elders are very excited to meet you.” In the car, Julian pointed out the sights of Vienna. “The air here is pure. It enhances a blood-healer’s abilities,” he said, gesturing to a distant gothic spire. “That’s the oldest Fountain of Eternal Night in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America.”

The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing. Clara grabbed Keanna up by her hair, looking down at her. “You filthy thing, was the previous King not enough for you? I can’t believe you entertain both him and his father at the same time. You’re just a dirty whore with an innocent face.” “Let me go! Let go!” “Want me to let go?” she asked, pulling Keanna’s hair harder before throwing her aside. “Soon, I won’t need to dirty my hands. Look properly and bow your head. Don’t you think you should serve them wholeheartedly since you didn’t get to before?”