Hail The King Novels & Stories

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

I growl to hurry him along, and he squeaks out in fear at the noise. "S-s-she w-wouldn't come," he whimpers, and Hilda steps into his personal space. "And why wouldn't she come," Hilda growls, and the King meets my sister's eye with a smirk. "She knew I wouldn't have what she wanted. She knew her prize would be elsewhere," he states while shooting me a small and timid smirk. My blood runs cold instantly. Hilda growls loudly as she plunges her two daggers into each of the King's ears, piercing his brain and killing him immediately.

"We apologize, Your Majesty," the servant said with a deep bow. "We can't stop the Queen." The servants bowed low as the king made his way through the grand hall, his regal presence commanding respect and admiration. They gestured towards him and gave a subtle nod. Without hesitation, they swiftly stepped aside. With measured steps, the King advanced towards his beloved, causing the vampires within the vicinity to widen their eyes in awe. They would once more become paralyzed by a fear they had not anticipated from the King should they utter a single word or move the slightest.

In front of the rock stands an altar, and the opening around the stone is decorated with green and red gems. And stood at that Alter stands my King dressed in an Emerald cloak and crown. I gasp “He looks so handsome. “It’s beautiful”, I whisper as Ophelia guides me to stand next to Ash before she takes her place at the altar. The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen.…

“Stand and turn, my Kings and Queen.” As Blade, Silas and Xana get to their feet Nami then announces. “Rejoice and welcome your Royals. King Blade, Queen Xana and King Silas…” Cheers, whistles and yells all rang out as the members of the AshMane kingdom yelled. “ALL HAIL KING BLADE! ALL HAIL KING SILAS! ALL HAIL QUEEN XANA!” With a forced smile on her face, Queen Xana barely raised her voice above the noise,

Jezzebelle watched as the Head grabbed Janelle by the arm and yank her down the hallway. Turning back to the open part of the wall Jezzebelle met the eyes of the very King she tried to never make angry. He was leaning against his desk, staring right at her one hand was tapping all of his immaculate fingers on the edge of his desk. His face was set with no emotion but the eyes held a certain blue fire she had never seen before. “Your turn Ma Petite rose destructrice.” Yep I’m in trouble, Jezzebelle thought to herself. Espically if His Grace starts in on his native tongue and his accent was very thick. It usually happens when the King gets extremely upset.

Every conversation faded away. Every eye turned toward the aisle. Aurelia took a slow breath. Then another. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Not from fear. Not from uncertainty. But from anticipation. Across the altar, Silas waited. The future king stood beneath an arch woven from moonflowers and silver vines. Moonlight illuminated his silver eyes, making them shine like stars. The moment he saw her, everything else seemed to disappear. The crowd vanished. The music faded. Even the ocean itself felt distant.

"Reminds me of one thing. Once I become king, we need to change this hymn." Smiling back at her, he began to admire the arena where he would soon fight and from where the singers left after finishing their songs. Despite how large it was, and how far from the terrain he was, he had no trouble seeing what was happening, and it wasn't thanks to his super senses, but rather a beautiful piece of technology. Four huge holographic screens floating in the sky and transmitting all the events happening on the ground. It was truly a beautiful display of magical technology and from what he knew this was just some discarded toy of the angels.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

My mind was clearer, more precise. I realized then that I had become the instrument of vengeance. Not merely for myself, but for the legacy stolen, the name defiled, the empire taken. I was Kastiel Valecrest—the real heir, the Alpha King, the reckoning that would sweep through the corridors of power and cast every deceitful shadow into the light.