Hail The King Novels & Stories

Yet, Queen Diana was no more now, leaving behind only memories and the precious gift of their child. "Hail, noble sire! Welcome home, our mighty and fearless king!" Inayat's words were infused with the warmth of joy, her bright honey eyes aglow with sweet delight. "May our gracious Lord Jesus smile upon your triumphant return, and bless our realm with your wise and just rule." Her full lips curved into a radiant smile, illuminating her entire countenance. "Your people bless you, our illustrious king!" The king's face creased into a warm smile as he gazed at his daughter. "Amen and Amen!" he declared.

Their dancing feet slowed as all eyes fixed towards the gilded entrance doors flung suddenly open. A severe-looking herald in royal livery strode forward. With a brazen flourish, he slammed the butt of his ceremonial staff upon the parquet floor, the crack echoing loudly. "May I present to Her Royal Majesty, Queen Anastasia Katerina Alina Romanov, sovereign ruler of Volhovnia!"

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

He raised his claws high, and his voice thundered across the battlefield. “I am Kael Viren! Son of Mathias! I will not bow. I will not break. If you want me dead, you’ll have to send the gods themselves!” The crowd exploded. The sound was deafening — a roar of division that shook the very foundation of Pennsylvania. King Mathias’s face remained stone, but his eyes betrayed the storm inside him. “This is only the beginning,” the king said coldly. “More await you, Kael. And if you survive them all… then perhaps, perhaps, you will earn your place again.”

Of all the places that existed on the peninsula, none of them was known to be ruled by a King so Garin didn’t quite understand where this ‘King’ suddenly came from. “Forgive me, Ser, but may I ask your name?” Garin said. “I am Jorah Hathel, advisor to the King,” The man said. “And could I also ask who this King is? We’ve been living on this continent for years and have never heard of a King,” Garin said. “These lands have been conquered by Yoran and he has proclaimed himself the unquestionable ruler of everything on this peninsula. Anyone who refuses to obey his commands or tries to rebel against him will be slaughtered and made an example of,” Jorah said.

Every one of them has their head bowed in submission. Kei lifts his head just enough to look at me, a small, proud smile touching his lips. Then he lowers his head again. "All hail the Alpha King," he says, his voice clear and strong, ringing through the chamber. The words are picked up by others, a wave of sound building and growing. "ALL HAIL THE ALPHA KING!" The roar of it is deafening, a wall of sound that washes over me. I close my eyes for a second, letting it sink in. The acknowledgment. The surrender. The victory.

He told him, repeating the words he said. Their eyes went wide. "Hail, what are you gonna do?" Skye asked. "Hail..." Hierro called. "What do you mean?" Reyan asked. His face is serious. "Well... it is really discomforting – " Hail said and muttered something. Reyan’s forehead knotted. What did he just say? He thought, didn’t catch what Hail said. "Well, Reyan." Hail said and looked at him. He smiled. "Aren’t you happy now that the West Kingdom’s king is here?” he asked. “What are you acting shy and reserved for?” he asked as a vein popped in his forehead.

He cleared his throat again. "The one who is humble for innocents, Who is a nightmare for sinners, Who has a heart huge like an ocean, All hail to the king of Tairia, The Alderman Walchelin!" The King entered the great hall coordinating with the drum beats being played in the background. Everyone expressed their happiness differently. Few clapped, while few screamed in joy. "As we all know the reason for the festivity. So without wasting any further time, let's begin the rejoice."

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.

I hesitated for only a heartbeat before stepping forward. Without a shred of doubt, I reached out and took Alpha Stellan’s hand in mine. His touch was surprisingly warm and soothing. I raised my chin, looking directly into Erik’s eyes. My voice was smooth, like velvet wrapped around a steel blade. “Hail to Alpha Stellan Norgaard—the rightful King of the North.” Erik’s expression shifted in a flash from disbelief to pure, unadulterated rage.