Eternal Saint King Novels & Stories

"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…

“But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.” “A wish?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “Yes. Any wish you desire.” My anger flickered into something else — hope, maybe. A small, dangerous spark of it. “Any wish at all?” I asked. “Any wish at all.” I swallowed hard. “What’s the plan? How do I get to him?” “The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.”

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.

“And who the fuck is Róki?” “Ah yes. The Saint. The only wolf's spirit who can contain the child of Perses and vice versa. Why would I lie, you fucking pediculous, mangey, unlicked pup?” Kyon’s face contorts. His eyes glow brighter, making Saint hesitate. “The Saint needs to get his claws off of me before he regrets his actions. The materials to save Iokaste are in the kitchen. Mindlink the Sentinel and let them know.” “What did he just call you?” I try to pull Saint back from the unusual insult. Why the Hell is he referring to Saint in the third person?

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

I was told to move on, I was told to let the soul of my mate go and be in the bosom of the moon goddess but I couldn't, I couldn't let go. The door creaked and a young male walked in. He bowed and said "It's time." I nodded and he bowed before exiting the room, I stood up and button the jacket of my suit and then composed myself before leaving the room. I am the Lycan king, I am King Elijah and I have a kingdom to protect. *** *** *** The meeting room was packed with elders of the coven arguing among themselves. I sighed and popped in one of the empty seats and watched them closely.