Hail The King Wiki Novels & Stories

The Lunari chair stood empty, draped in black. I looked around, I seen my father sitting at the head of the table, our king, a towering figure in both stature and presence, exuded an aura of cold, unyielding ambition. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with an insatiable hunger for power an appetite that could never be sated, no matter how many kingdoms he claimed or how many crowns he added to his collection. His face was lined with the marks of age and experience, but there was no softness in his expression, no trace of kindness or warmth. The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control.

Just then, the memory crystal on the desk lit up on its own. "The Northern Bloodwolf Pack's Crown Princess Selene has completed her trial and returned. In one week, she will officially inherit the Wolf King’s throne and hold an engagement ceremony with her fiancé, the Northern God of War, Fenrir..." On the screen, Selene stood on a high platform, valiant and sharp. At her side stood a man built like an iron tower, frightening in his size, standing behind her like a guardian. Kyle looked at that man, then looked down at his own trembling hands.

I ask, scratching my head. Penelope's POV OMG!! My bias invites me to go for a walk! "Of course, I'd love that!" I exclaimed with delight. "Great, but can you wait for me outside?" he asked, and I simply nodded and went outside to wait. Leonardo Hail is the second prince of the Hail Kingdom and the story's second protagonist. The villagers prefer Leonardo because he is an honorable prince who is sweet, considerate, and kind to his surroundings, rather than the crown prince, who is constantly serious and busy. For this reason, many villagers are hoping that Leonardo will take the throne in the future.

They answered and continued drinking tea. Hail nodded. "Thanks." He said and sat on the chair. "You must know by now that I was the reason why your kingdom was destroyed – " he said and looked at them. His face is serious. " – Your Majesty, the king and the queen of the South Kingdom." he said as he looked at the two adults before him. "I am happy that the two of you are now fine." He sincerely said and bowed. "The East kingdom's second prince.” The king, Mabu, said and nodded. " – yes. Our son told us." He answered. "Well, it is not like you are trying to hide it, right?" he asked and looked at Hail.

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.

Everyone before him needed to be punished… Hunter’s eyes go from Gold to pure silver as he once again releases even more of his Royal aura over those before him and sends it out even further. He then growls low. “I AM KING NATHANIEL HUNTER COLE KING. KING OF VAMPIRES AND SHIFTERS ALIKE. HEAR ME LOUD AND CLEAR I COMMAND THEE…” This is the start of the end… No one is safe… No one will survive… END VISION…

Supernaturals—especially vampires—healed faster. Except... they were given substances to slow that ability. The king began to speak, and the low murmuring seized. “You all know one of the things I hate,” he paused, locking ice-blue eyes with Erin. “Being taken for a fool. Do you know these guys?” Erin’s babbling would have been comical if this weren’t a pivotal moment in the case. I didn’t feel like laughing—I wanted to hear the truth. “N-not at all, my king. I—I have never met them before.”

“Take care of yourself and stay safe on the roads.” Princess Xoe, Ace, Joi, and Sir Alex of the King’s men were ready to leave that very evening, already sitting on their various horses. The priest Marco had provided them with clothes and hoods that would make them appear as commoners. He told them to always chant “hail Elliott, king of the Wahala kingdom and greatest amongst all others.” This was the line enforced by the king through the royal army after his crowning. Anyone who didn’t chant it or said otherwise was arrested and thrown in the dungeons.

More than fear, it terrified her. He was a great king, of that there was no doubt. The people, his people loved and adored him, flocking to his banner with unwavering loyalty. Even Lord Carlisle and the prince followed his every decree without question, trusting implicitly in his decree and judgement. But greatness did not make him a good man.

“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]