Guardian King Of The North Novels & Stories

My chief aide knocked frantically on the door, cutting me off. He held a scroll sealed with silver thread and wax. "An urgent dispatch from the North. It was delivered directly to the throne room. The messenger wore the silver direwolf of the North King's personal guard!" My heart sank. The North King, Alaric. The brother Killian had tried so desperately to overthrow. A being even more powerful and inscrutable than his brother. Elias immediately stepped forward and took the letter, his expression turning grave. He broke the seal, and we read the contents together.

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. ---

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

In two punches, King Harvey breaks the ice barrier the King of the North had put on his face to protect himself. Blood gushes from his mouth and nose as he gasps painfully. “Harvey, enough!” “He wanted to kill you!” King Harvey yells as his eyes now are silver, and his fangs are fully protruding. The punching continues when suddenly the King of the North rises to strike. I put up a shield and when the King of the North encounters it, he screams in pain. There is a sudden blur of snow under King Harvey and the King of the North is gone.

“You’ve used him as a shield for too long. He’s suffered the consequences of your mistakes while you walk unscathed. That ends now.” “But no one can protect me as efficiently as Brother Yeonho does.” “First of all, he is not your brother,” the king said, his voice cold. “Secondly, you are a grown man. Learn to defend yourself. I am appointing Kim Gguk as your new guard. He is the son of a nobleman, not a lowly slave.” King’s gaze then settled on Yeonho, as if daring him to react. He did not. “And he will train you,” the king continued.

To get rid of it, they have to be stronger than me. ‘ They say that the King of the North is not a simple man. There was a time when he died, and came back to life. ’ Draven says, grabbing my attention. He has stopped on the first stair. Our eyes meet and my brows lift curiously. ‘ Died and came back to life? ’ I wonder.

Entire kingdoms marching against the Queen while Hollows tore through their armies. And Kael. standing beside her. My stomach dropped. No. Not possible. He looked older in the vision, dressed in dark armor instead of his usual black cloak, silver eyes locked on the Queen with painful devotion. “You promised you wouldn’t become this,” he whispered. The Queen touched his face gently. “I tried.” Then the vision changed again. Kael kneeling beside her throne while blood stained his hands. “I’ll stay,” he said brokenly. The Queen looked shattered. “You should hate me.”

I all but pleaded. His expression didn’t change. I stepped closer. “I don't want to be just your little ward anymore—” “You’ll always be my ward,” he said firmly. “This—whatever you think this is—it can’t happen. It will never happen.” “I just want you to see me!” Something flashed in his eyes briefly, and was gone as soon as it appeared. “I see you. And I see my responsibilities towards you as your guardian. Nothing more. I will neither indulge your foolishness nor delusions.” His voice sharpened. “Don’t come into my office like this again. Ever.”

“You! Over there!” When we turned, I saw several men in armour spread around the gallant carriage. The carriage door slams open and a white haired gentleman with a shiny crown on his head appears. The Gentleman wore a well-embellished tunic with a gold-work thread. He also wears a stylish scarf and a mantle, on his chest was a shining rose of brooch. On top of it, he wore a surcoat

The brown prince's aura was scorching in his royal red robe, his softly arranged black tufts back, and his hazel eyes staring at her deeply. Damontry took a deep breath and tried to control her rapid heartbeat, raising the sword and passing it lightly over his shoulder. "Oh, young brown William Jong-in.. I, Damontry Elgara, renounce my rightful kingdom and make you king of the kingdom of Guardion, protector of all werewolves..God bless your new king, people of Guardion." Jongin's eyes widened in astonishment, and all the people of his kingdom bowed in submission in the presence of their new king.