For The King 2 Healing Tone Novels & Stories

Machines were beeping softly in the background, and on the bed lay the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. Alpha King Darius looked smaller in the span of hours. His once powerful frame seemed drained of strength. Dark veins spread faintly beneath his skin, and sweat covered his forehead. Kaelen froze for half a second. He had never seen his father like this. The royal healer stepped forward. “Your Highness,” she said quietly. “The King insisted on speaking to you immediately.” Kaelen nodded once. “Leave us.” The room cleared quickly until only Kaelen, Rowan, Lyra, and the King remained.

King Cowell laughed but Beta Craig was serious. "We can get you one of the powerful healers, you'll be well," Beta Craig uttered painfully. He wasn't ready to lose his precious friend. King Cowell took his hands and squeezed them under his own, he mumbled, "Have you forgotten I can't be cured? You don't have to worry Craig as long as you're here beside me, I'm sure I'll stay healthy." Beta Craig unlocked his hands from the King's grip and wrapped his hands around the king's hand, imitating what the king had done. He then brought his hands up to his mouth and smooched it softly.

his voice was a tiny, shredded rasp that bypassed my auditory sensors and vibrated directly in my petrified ribs. He didn't run to me this time. He stopped three feet away, his small shoulders hunched, his hands shaking as he gripped the hem of his soot-stained peacoat. He looked at the throne, and for the first time since the river, the King’s mask didn't just crack; it fell into the ash. I saw what he was looking at. The six thick copper sutures Kael had used to stitch my fractured torso together were no longer glowing with the vengeful gold of the ley-lines.

He leaned his chin on his fist, studying my face. "I would really like to see you in action," the King said. "I want to watch you heal one of them myself." He shifted his weight in the heavy chair. "Even if I felt the effect first hand in the yard," he said. "I think it would be more believable if I could see it with my own eyes." He leaned forward, his shadow falling across my plate. "When do you think you will have enough energy to try and heal a rogue lycan?" the King asked.

the King sighed, not quite following my intention yet. I shifted my weight to the balls of my heels and back. Then, I cleared my throat. “King Zavan,” was all I said. The King glanced at me, waiting for me to continue. I simply looked at him, waiting for the realization to land. When it did, his expression steeled. “No.” “There is no ‘no’,” I said. “I may be able to heal everyone. I brought you back from near-death with my powers.” “You mean to descend into that cesspool?” The King rubbed his face.

The maids did their best to make him look like a ruler again. Once they finished, they stepped aside. Now, the male healers moved closer. They held a small gold cup and a matching golden spoon. They slowly fed the King a warm tonic made from fish broth and special herbs. It was the only food he could keep down these days. After each spoonful, they gently wiped his mouth with a soft white napkin. “We’re ready,” one of the healers said softly to Warfox. Warfox nodded and clapped his hands twice. The heavy wooden doors opened, and four strong guards entered, pushing in a royal cart made to carry the King in a seated position.

How was it that a well-travelled, 28-year-old, male werewolf had not managed to find, their mate? "You didn't produce an heir" I lashed out at him for touching a nerve. "All the more reason, you need a mate," he spoke sternly "You don't any other family to create an heir. It's solely on you," He was right, my parents had passed away before they could have another child. My mother died in childbirth, causing the baby to be stillborn. My father, the King's brother, passed shortly after due to the pain of losing his mate and a child The king had taken on the task to raise me, as his mate was infertile. A cruel curse of the moon goddess he would say. The king hated to be reminded he couldn't

He sounded as though he was worried the woman in his arms would wake. “Let us return.” ***Keanna POV*** She slowly opened her eyes and let out a faint groan at the sun on her face. Her vision was slightly blurred. “Your Majesty the Prince?” “I’m the King now.” He corrected her and placed her on the bed, kneeling before her. “Your Majesty, what are you doing?!” “All of you get out and close the door.” The guard chased them out of the room. Looking at the closed doors, Keanna lifted the blanket up to her neck.

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

"Hello, you must be Alpha Winner." He nodded. "Yes, hello. I'm Winner, and you are...?" "Selene," she said, shaking his hand. "Yes, I forgot to tell you about her. She's Doctor Selene, the doctor hired to treat my poison. She's the reason I've been getting better in the last few weeks," I explained to him. He nodded. "I see. Thank you for taking care of my sister. I hope she's not giving you any troubles." Selene smiled. "Not at all. She's a wonderful person and makes my treatment easier. She also has extraordinary healing abilities, which help a lot."