Eternal Saint King Novels & Stories

"Actually, it's an exact replica of Camelot and " "King Arthur designed it," I finished, nodding in understanding. "You knew him?" "Actually, he lived a hundred years before I was born, but I have always been amazed by his story. I was raised on his legend," Lance said, thinking back to another time, another place. "He was betrayed by his best friend and his wife, but he still thought of England first. As you know, he sent scouts to look for the Holy Grail for the betterment of England. He always put his country first, despite his personal trials. I have always tried to emulate him, to put my people's needs first before my own."

“And who are you to command me, village girl? You are new here. A plaything draped in silk. Do not mistake the king’s temporary obsession for true power.” The insult stung, sharp and cruel. Liana’s nails dug into her palms, but she forced herself to smile. “Obsession, you say? Then why is it your body aches for what is mine?” Kael’s eyes glittered with amusement, though he said nothing. He was watching. Waiting. Testing. Serenya straightened, her shoulders squared. “A king is not owned by one woman. He may take as many as he pleases. If he desires me, you will watch as he does.”

But I had never expected that the man I had thought of as a father figure would want to marry me and would resort to blackmailing to get what he wants. What the hell was wrong with him? I had known Rihero from a very early age, but not as early as I had known the other members of the Dark Council. I wasn’t born, but brought into the world through a ray of light falling down from the heavens. And I was specifically sent to this dimension to rule as King because on my back, I had the birthmark that determines the Kings of this dimension, the mark of the Phoenix. As the Kings and Queens of other dimensions had arrived to greet me, Rihero had been absent, subtly telling everyone that he was leas

I heard Verone whisper and I frowned in confusion when my eyes widened at the sight of one of the dragons rubbing her muzzle against Aiden’s. “It would take more than just you to defeat a royal blood, King Verone” one of the black dragons said looking directly at Verone who shied back “I am King Tyson, king of dragons. Those who believe me dead shall face the consequence of their actions” I stayed quiet as I watched the scene before me. Seeing the dragons assemble around the kingdom’s grounds, in front of the palace, around the fields, the roof, what’s left of it, of the palace. Aiden stood by my side as he kept his eyes on my brother who was trying to escape leaving the dragon in the mercy

He gave one last lingering look at the Omega before disappearing and reappearing next to Lexon. The Elder was shocked to see the enraged state of his King. The anger rolling off of him was intense and overwhelming, even for him as an elder. Lexon looked at Ezra in shock when the king harshly grabbed him by the arm and yanked him forward. “Ezra! What's-” Lexon's words stopped the moment he heard his King's voice in his head. “I understand,” the Elder said and watched Ezra's eyes burn brighter. He could feel the heat emanating from the king. He briefly felt him in his head as the King sifted through the vast number of vampires, not stopping until he found what he was looking for.

“A new King was rising among the people and his bloodline, that of the king of old, was not willing to relinquish his throne either. That same power madness infected his mind and he began to purge the lands of any white wolves he came across on his battlefield. Not that there were many, as the flaws in our kind make their birth almost impossible. He broke the laws, and killed his own, and to hide his secrets he killed all that were linked to them and purged the packs of any trace. You see, losing our kind in battle raises no questions, and he knew he could never let a white wolf rise. Such is his need for that power, that he married a witch wolf, and hid her identity because he thought she w

I asked seriously. "You heard me. Without you, he will die. I'm sure you humans think the late demon king took the blessed maiden with him for selfish reasons when that wasn't the case. Every demon king has some sort of curse that they can't easily avoid. A demon king can live and rule for a lot more years than any supernatural being I know of, but when a thousand years go by, he is required to take to his bed a blessed maiden in order to increase or maintain his power. Failure to do that, the demon king grows weak, his magic and power begin to fade too and with time he either perishes or becomes stone." He said as I felt fear fill my heart. I had no idea if he was telling me the truth or if

“Say that in front of your people, or you would really lose their trust. A King killing the saint that brings peace to the nation? What absurdity *cough* *cough*” “And your stubbornness will kill you eventually. Daimon!” Yulo’s eyes widened when Daimon appeared behind the King. “He’s my servant. Don’t worry, he has many professions under his belt, and your condition should be a piece of cake for him,” Or that was what the King thought. Daimon looked at him and shook his head, “I had never seen this condition before, Your Highness. I am afraid I could not help in anything but lessening the pain the saint is feeling—”

Rather they were green-gold and long and thin like a reptile's. "What the fuck?" I breathed. Kiema turned to look at her mate. "Oh, that's Tenny. He's the dragon that Saint holds. They did a convergence spell so Saint could keep Tenny, and Tenny could still exist. They share a form but have two consciousnesses." "How old are you Tenny?" Saint's face shifted into a close approximation of disgust. "That is my Mate's name for me. You may call me Ten or Tennotith. I'm well into my tens, young man."

Elder Yang asked with a weird expression on his face. "No? Can you please explain more, Uncle Yang?" Tsarayu realized something was wrong from Elder Yang's expressions. "Have you heard about Saint King Xianwu?" Elder Yang asked Tsarayu while looking at this sword. "Of course I have, uncle Yang, in this world who hasn't heard about Saint King Xianwu?" "He was the first ruler of this continent. The heroic king, known for his bravery and strength. He was the one who brought salvation to humans," Tsarayu continued talking. He had known all these from the memories of Tsashi.