Hail The King Novels & Stories

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

I picked her hands and kissed the backs. "Are you ready to face your subjects ma reine?" I asked her with a smoldering gaze. She flushed and blushed. "Together with you, for eternity my king" she replied and a wave of joy burst in me. Hand in hand, we opened the double doors leading to the new throne room and as soon as we entered, a herald boomed: "All hail King Alexander Rage and Queen Elle Rivers. All hail the King and Queen!!!!" he shouted and the masses of people who had gathered for the ceremony shouted back as Elle and I stood before them:

“Kill them! All of them!” That was the last judgment declared by King Garlow, the ruthless king of the Kingdom of Regaleria. He was on his mount, a strong muscular black horse, holding its golden reigns with a posture of a calculating, self-assured, proud man. His eyes were a deep blue; cold and icy; piercing through the destroyed walls of the Vhillana Kingdom. The smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, and rotten flesh reached through his nostrils even though he was just waiting at a hill miles away from the attack.

I couldn't help but snort lowly at the King's words. ...faith in the moon goddess and the decisions of the pairer to help us lead a good life- So far I didn't see anything good about being paired to that bastard. "After being infertile for a long time, it becomes more important for us to celebrate Calantha. I hereby order that the preparations for the ceremony should continue," The King ordered. "Before this session ends, does anyone have any subject on which they wish to put their words in front of the court?" The court speaker asked. My eyes instantly drifted to Embry who was sitting beside the Royal Couple.

[ IN WHICH HE LEARNS SOMETHING SHOCKING ] SIN'S POV— Happiness. That word is unfamiliar to me. I would be lying if I said it was familiar. I have never been given the chance to be happy. I am not even sure what true happiness feels like. Whenever I start to familiarize myself with the term, happiness, the dark forces that lurk around my Kingdom would arise and ruin that happiness. And my happiness is My Queen— Queen November. And as expected, the dark forces in my Kingdom have risen up to attack. They are trying to ruin my happiness by trying to end her life.

"And as Vampires, we are the heavens, we are superior to the witches, dragons, and other creatures out there, and to show that we aren't to be trifled with....Viscount Magnus Lestat, Viscount Emiel Velkan, and I,the king along with Hugo the head of the armies, And other armies that will be duly selected by Hugo, we will invade the witch's Lair and Get Queen Feyre" The lords stood up at the same time in an upright manner. The king gazed at everybody, At Hugo in particular, who was standing at the end of the door, his trusted Army man before the king shouted "And that's my decision!" Everyone present in the room, all Lords and armies bowed to the king. "Long live the King Of Hagrid"

“This is the day Lady Lois Marrok was destined to deliver. The King’s Star has appeared in the sky, with the fiery blue moon. The heir of Hale Kingdom has been born!” Karl’s face twisted, his jaw clenched with venom. “She is no Lady. She is my slave. A traitor who abducted my royal heir. A sinner I loathe with every fiber of my being!” His voice thundered, reverberating across the fields. “Search far and wide, scour every city, every mountain. Bring me back my heir!” His fury crackled like lightning, and his men trembled beneath it. “Naismith,” Karl growled, eyes narrowing on the trembling officer, “into the dungeon with him! He failed to bring her back!”

torchlights bobbing between the thorn breaks. Six banners. Dozens of riders. Priests shivering in gold-threaded cloaks they'd have to burn before the orchard roots would drink their secrets. Elric braced his bow across his knee, stump pressed into the snow to keep from trembling when the hush slipped down his spine. "They don't look like kings." Cassius snorted. "They look like the orchard's next meal." Selena crouched behind the brine pit rim, Kieran's breath warm at her nape when he leaned close enough for the hush to curl around them both. "Do you see him?" he rasped. She did. The new king , pale and wide-eyed, crown stitched into the collar of his cloak instead of resting on his skull.

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."

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.