Novel & Cerita Eternal Saint King

"Alright fine, come on let's go Skoll." As Gabriel and Skoll make their way to the underground prison, Elenor meets with the King of Fura and tells him everything that had transpired. The King's name is Etu, he wears a golden crown that is a single band of circular metal that has seven protruding points which represent the seven states that make up the country. He wears white gold-trimmed robes, and a few golden rings on his fingers. Etu is in his early sixties and has been the King for several decades after inheriting the throne after his father the previous King had died. Old age has begun to show due to his hair turning white and wrinkles starting to become more noticeable.

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

Her stomach also seemed to go from being 5 months pregnant to where she looked almost 8 months pregnant. “May I?” Etheria giggled as she arched an eyebrow at Mitzie asking permission to rub her stomach. “Y… yeah” Mitzie stuttered out staring at her stomach as if waiting for it to grow more. Etheria leaned forward closing her eyes and placed a hand on each side of Mitzie’s stomach. As she did so, an emerald-green light emanated from Etheria’s hands. “Darius, Grandson of Samael, King of Etherios, I greet you on behalf of your kingdom and loyal subjects,” she spoke softly.

A brutal murderer, whose presence alone carried the weight of fire and blood. Even in my drunken state I could smell the gunpowder and violence that he always wore with the elegance of a king who had killed his way to the throne. With his tailored black suit, long coat trailing like a shadow, eyes the color of steel caught in firelight. I didn’t need an oracle to tell me why he was here. “I’ve been patient,” he addressed my father. “But patience, Beneditti, is a currency. And you’ve run out.” My gaze snapped to my father. “Don’t tell me you borrowed money from him.” I shook my head slowly. “You know better than anyone how much of an evil whore he is.”

Seth called the don's name to get his attention, and he immediately responded and looked at him. “Pagbabayaran mo ang pang-iinsultong ginawa mo sa lahi ko. Putang ina mong hayop ka! (You will pay a big price for insulting my race. You son of a bitch!)” Seth was furious as he cursed Don Fabio. Don Fabio stares at Seth as the young man prepares to leave, unsure of what will happen next. Seth simply smiled at the clueless and arrogant old man before turning his back and walking away, but before he could get far, Don Fabio abruptly stood up from his seat.

"Enough of this talk, I have a lot to solve." "Like the current problem in the territory?" "As frontiers being attacked, tributes being requisitioned in the king’s name, the pope has disappeared for over 509 years and..." I took a deep breath "a saint, who is confined to the duchess’s palace." Zaniel raised one of his eyebrows. "You think the saint is dangerous." Yes. Yes. Obviously yes. It’s a child sent by our father, what do you expect? - I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. All I could was smile. Smile as he held the door handle and stared at Zaniel.

Everyone before him needed to be punished… Hunter’s eyes go from Gold to pure silver as he once again releases even more of his Royal aura over those before him and sends it out even further. He then growls low. “I AM KING NATHANIEL HUNTER COLE KING. KING OF VAMPIRES AND SHIFTERS ALIKE. HEAR ME LOUD AND CLEAR I COMMAND THEE…” This is the start of the end… No one is safe… No one will survive… END VISION…

“Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.” A silence fell. My heart pounded. I’d wished for death so many times, but the thought of being trapped alive in nothingness—it terrified me. “What should I do?” I asked quietly. “Simple,” the voice said. “You have one objective. Kill the King — Darius Venn.” The name hit me like a punch. “Wait,” I said slowly. “Darius Venn? The same man who destroyed my family?” “You can see him however you wish,” the voice replied. “But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.”

My father touts proudly. “This is true...” Elder Arnold, one of my father’s most trusted advisers and friends, supports his argument. “We are looking at this all wrong. Alpha King Harmon is the Alpha King by birthright because of his bloodline. He is a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. We all are, but his blood is the purest. Arianna’s blood is also pure. But there is another. Harmon had a sister. She died shortly after the Great War was won, but not before producing a male...Fenry Magnus of the Slick Paw Pack,” Elder Earnest of the Slick Paw Pack points out.

Chapter fourteen: The choice between all things Dawn’s first pale light filtered through the stained glass rose of Saint Brigid’s, painting the nave in hues of sapphire and garnet. Isabelle and Alexander emerged from the crypt, their silhouettes flushed by the purifying fire they had ignited. Yet before them lay a far greater trial: the choice between all things.