Hail To The King Novels & Stories

As she walked majestically,head high and nose the air Your King will die if we fail to save him By the fairest heart it is done and only by the fairest heart it will be undone Witches let's start hunting for the fairest heart from tomorrow starting from the least tribe she said and the crowd cheered I will make sure King Haule never dies a voice said from the crowd To hunting a voice shouted from the crowd again and all the witches replied in chorus To hunting To hunting To hunting They chants . . 27 years ago . Queen Hazel was seen crying as her husband King Zamiel was comforting her This is the fifth thousand years and yet we have no heir she cried bitterly,we need an heir to the throne pl

King Lee👑 I approached the throne room hearing distinct noises and raucous. They've started arguing already? The guards bowed and pulled the door knob open. The noise stopped immediately. *All hail his royal Majesty, King Lee of Euphoris* The council and elders stooped to their knees fervently and I walked gracefully to the throne. "Make yourselves comfortable" I stated. Grumpily, they stood on their feet and faced the throne. "We can't make ourselves comfortable when the people are outside protesting over your newest bride? This has never happened during the reign of your father!" Ramses - the oldest of the elders rasped.

I hear a roar and then the girl screams again. I cover my ears but I can't block out the sound. It rattles me to my core and twists like a knife in my chest. Victory howls from the wolves soon join the princess' cries in a heart-wrenching symphony, echoing through the canyon and informing every last dragon that their greatest fear has finally been realized: The King is dead. *** My eyes fly open in panic. My chest tightens and suddenly I can't breathe. "Ash!" I can't see anything. It's all a blur of lights and colors.

A prophecy that foretold the gruesome conspiracy to end the life of the greatest king of the earth. All I want from you is a little aid, a little enlightenment, a little fortitude, and caliber to complete my work. Hope you will provide me countenance and tutelage to undertake the long tedious journey of the past. Yours Sincerely Saheli

“Stay, Prince Alaric.” “Chief Minister Eliphas,” he exclaimed. The older man turned out to be the highest-sitting minister of the kingdom — Reginald Eliphas. The Chief Minister then approached the lifeless body of the late king and looked closely at it. There was a stain of blood on the corpse’s mouth. He then glanced at Alaric. “Hail to the new King of Grellis,” he announced. The court ministers kneeled in front of him. “Long live, King Alaric Clementine,” they shouted in unison.

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.

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.

Which is better, honestly. Soon fireworks and cannons are fired. I spot Jacqueline and Atlas at a corner, urging me to walk forward. Excited, I pick up the ends of my dress and walk through the crowd of people. There's a clear pathway in-between, and I elegantly pass through the excited squeals of the people. “All hail Queen November!” I hear the people scream and they jam their hands together in applause. Everything seems to be going smoothly until I flip around to gaze at the King's throne. My face crumbles immediately when I see the tormented look on Sin's beautiful face. He shakes his head, and stands up from his seat.

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

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?"