Guardian King Of The North 소설 & 이야기

A Reawakened. "Kael?" I whispered. He stood up. He didn't feel the cold. He didn't look at the arrows still protruding from his shoulder. He simply stood between me and the wind, a silent, silver-eyed sentinel. "The King is taken," Kael said. "The North must burn." I looked at the other five guards scattered across the ice. The desperation in me was a living thing. I couldn't survive the night alone. I couldn't reach the Frost-Peak without an army.

he growled out as he grabbed a guardian by the throat. The other guardians sensed the danger being imposed on them, and tried to take him down but he already formed a protective aura around him and Elle, leaving the guardians to slash away on nothingness. He kept choking the guardian within his hold till he nearly squeezed the life out of him, his eyes flickered to Elle's body and he released the guardian from his grasp and walked to her. He carried her up, letting the blood soak into t-shirt "please stay with me, please" he continuously mumbled as he walked down from the hill, feeling Elle's pulse getting weaker by the moment.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.

I threaten even as fear engulfs me. “No one will believe you,” Aden says in a voice that drips with perverted lust. His hand crawls down to my bosom and I am just about to raise my knee to hit him where it will hurt the most when suddenly, Ava, the pale freckled faced girl runs up and shouts Aden’s name. “My Lord, my apologies for interrupting but Your father, Alpha Henry is looking for you…The…the Alpha King of the North has arrived.” Aden frowns and quickly straightens his jacket before running a hand over his head to smooth his brown hair. He waves Ava off and she gives me a nervous look before disappearing back into the hallway.

“He took me to Rose. I think she saw him too but I never asked her because when I turned around he was gone. In the time it took for him to say - she will take care of you - and for Rose to ask my name, he let go of my hand and he was gone. I looked for him all week like an idiot.” “After that he spoke to me as a Guardian. I am not sure what it was about that day. He guided me, made me read history. His, the Guardians, The Mages. It’s all in his library. The public Library.” “Well he is the founder, so you are not wrong. He died young. So he kept his good looks even in death. Lucky Bastard.” Legarde Smiled. “Yes, died protecting our city. And he still watches over us still. I am grateful to

Kaelen stepped inside his father’s guard and drove his sword straight through the man’s chest. “This is for my mother,” Kaelen whispered. The Council Leader gasped. His black eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at his son, then at me, before the light finally faded from his gaze. He collapsed into the snow, dead. The silence was absolute. The remaining Northern Council soldiers stared at the lifeless body of the tyrant who had ruled them with fear. Slowly, the clatter of dropped weapons echoed across the tundra. Spears, swords, and shields hit the frozen earth. One by one, the soldiers dropped to their knees, bowing their heads in surrender. They swore loyalty to me, their voices trembling

Then at me. “He knows,” Kieran said. The howl became a voice. Amplified. Ancient. “KIERAN DRAGOS. YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME.” The Alpha King. Ruler of all Northern territories. And he wanted our son. ---

In the center, bound by faintly glowing chains but radiating overwhelming power, stood the guardian. The being was magnificent, nearly nine feet tall, with a body carved from pure muscle and ethereal glow, skin marked with ancient runes. Even while soft, his cock was a thing of legend: a massive, veiny monstrosity hanging like a third leg, thicker and longer than most men’s entire shafts. The head alone was larger than Torvald’s fist. The guardian’s glowing eyes opened slowly, fixing on the king with dark amusement and hunger. “A mortal king dares seek the Titan’s Gift?” His voice resonated through the chamber like distant thunder. “Many have tried. None have taken it all.”

"You have not read…" "The answer is no," I reaffirmed and pointed at the guardian. "What the hell did you do to him?" "He is the king's slave!" "Is he now? A guardian, son of Zeus a slave to the offsprings of Gala." "This should perhaps caution your drastic decision. There is no one too powerful that can not be tamed … or killed," he replied and I could detect the confidence in his tone.

After 45 minutes, the Guardians return to the big hall, helped by their servants, and everyone present, except the king, stands up to welcome them. The guardian of Justice looks at the one controlling the words, and he nods, indicating that everything went well. With a gesture, the Crypt Guards bow to the guardians and withdraw, stamping their heavy boots on the ground. The chairs turn and face the king. - The best of us all has the word, our beloved and wise king, Vald Blood. The king nods to the keeper of the words and gets up. He looks at everyone slowly and stops with visible hatred toward the appellants.