First Wizard King Novels & Stories

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

Keir led me down the main stairs and toward a door on our right. "Who are they?" I waved a hand back toward the statues at the foot of the stairs. "My parents," he said. "Your grandparents. King Dhoire Thorn of the Unseelie and Queen Iseabal Bloodburn of the Seelie." "Wait." I blinked as I processed it. "Were you the first royal child of mixed heritage?" "Yes, I'm the first Twilight King, and you are our first Princess," he said serenely. "So, Uisdean is your half-brother," I worked it through.

Too ordinary. Simple black clothes. Long dark hair. A calm face. His appearance belonged to someone who could walk through a crowded street without being noticed. But his eyes. They were completely empty. Not black. Not white. Not any color that existed. They looked like a sky before creation. The ancient king immediately fell to one knee. Everyone froze. The man who once ruled the First Kingdom. The man who fought against ancient horrors. Kneeled. "First Judge." The man looked at him.

" They all chorused and had their seat back. The king nodded " Now , the second thing on our agenda is the victory of the first Prince over the Werewolves!. He went for the war and came back with glory! He destroyed our enemies and bring happiness back to our clan!. He arose the pride of our clan again and I am very proud of him! He did what I never expected from him. He amazed me!. Once again, i am proud of first Prince Will!" He announced with pride and the princes along with the princess nodded their head in approval.

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

It started with war pleaded with tears and ends with blood Once upon a time there lived an Alpha King named Alejandro king, he was ruthless and stern, he ruled the werewolf kingdom with an iron fist. The werewolf king had a mate, our queen, Ivory King. Our queen was unable to produce us an heir. After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

Assassinating several people and royalty of all ages and genders, becoming feared amongst people. I've even overheard mothers making warning bedtime stories about me, I found it amusing. To think I used to want them as a small child. I was sent here at 16 after all... I remember one night in particular. It was one of my first missions. I had just killed Regatul dragonilor's King's beloved dragon. They're sacred to them in fact the name is Romanian for "Kingdom of dragons." Afterward, I was forced to kill the king's wife and children, instructed to leave him with no real riches.