Hail The King Novels & Stories

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

A vibe of entertainment ran through them seeing me, I guessed. I bowed to the King and Queen who were sitting in front of me as it was visible from the veil. The Person who made me this was sitting right to them. I bowed to him too as a trail of tears escaped through my eyes. I was feeling like a wooden sack was loaded on my heart. "Start the Celebration" I heard the voice of the king which was Roaring too like the Prince. He might have inherited that from the King. I heard the drums rolling and the group of girls also became visible whose anklets bells filled the Hall.

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

“King Maximus Augustine Majere, Grandson of the great King Maximus the First, Master of the Seven Kingdoms of Luxandra, and Champion of the Sun Wars has taken his last breath. May his soul forever dance in the heavens in the universal void from which all life springs.” The lead physician bows his head as he closes the royal eyes. And then, one by one, each drake and drakaina in the room turn to face me and fall to their knees. “Long Live King Segundus Majere, the first of his name. May the sun and moon bless him and guide him on the path of righteousness. All Hail the King! “All Hail the King!” [End Flashback]

” I shook my head, knowing that a single misstep could seal our doom. I had no idea what was wrong with the king, but we dared not provoke him. “Of course your escape happened. It sounds well planned and intentional than the ‘spur of the moment’ getaway you just made it out to be.” The low murmurs and agreements from the supernatural spectators sent a chill down my spine. I felt exposed, like prey in a den of wolves. They could pounce at any moment—just one damning verdict from King Karl, and there was nothing we could do to resist.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

That made it worse. Elowen picked up the linen. The cloth was plain, but the thread used to stitch the message into its surface was not. It shimmered faintly, dyed with foxfire sap and blood. His people’s work. His fingers shook once before he stilled them. He unfolded the linen. The message was short. There was no poetry or room for interpretation in it. Kill the king before the coronation anniversary. No more delays. No more excuses. Refusal means exile.

"Seal that hole right now, King!" *****