Harry Potter And The King's Requiem Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON'S POV "What's the matter my King?" the queen softly asked his King. "The Cursed child is already making his move," the King shouted loudly as he gulped down and drink from his wine and immediately threw it on the floor causing it to create a loud noise inside the hall. "Willson!" his wife startled him, "Is that why you allowed the Ephemeral students to go out from the University?" the dear Queen asked her husband and sat down in the opposite chair.

At the Kingly wave of his wrist, everyone saw Mercy emerging out of nowhere accompanied by two royal guards carrying a rectangular plate of solid gold in their hands with something round covered with red silk cloth on it. At Vladimir's nod, Mercy took off the silk fabric revealing the served head of Kyros, the King of Demon. Shocked gasps echoed in the garden. Words had spread about the sudden disappearance of King Kyros after a Royal gathering but no one had thought that the Demon King was dead.

She had passed away right after she gave birth to her youngest son, Aiden. The pilgrims who stood behind the king also followed him to kneel and pray. Among them, Harold Whitewood was probably the most unreligious type. As a scientist, he was a very pessimist about the afterlife and wouldn’t believe in something that couldn’t be proven by scientific method. So, when everyone was solemn in pray to the ancestor and beyond; his eyes attached to the late king’s cadaver, whom he just realized there was something odd about it. ‘If he was burned by Ethan’s magic, how come the body still well attached and not turned into ashes?’ he thought while kept observing the blackened King. ‘I once fought toge

"I just literally told you that I can cancel any types of magic. This is your last chance, give the fight and accept your defeat Jacob!" "Hey listen," Jacob cupped his hand sideways, gathering magic power for his final attack. "Give me your best shot King Solomon, you will regret if you don't take my final attack seriously!" King Solomon also cupped his hand sideways to gather magic power. "I do not see why I would not do that. High Enchantment activated, purgatory flames Haienchanto hatsudō, rengoku no honō!"

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

Even his royal highness chamber is not luxurious as the abandoned chamber was. That chamber must be of the late king Harry knight and the late Queen Sofia Knight. What may have happened to them and that chamber? She leaves the painting and walks away from there with many questions arising in her heart. She was very tired today so she walks to bed and lay in bed for some time. After some minutes she fell asleep.

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

"Don't say goodbye. You're coming back from this. You're going to play in the draft tomorrow. You're going to be the first Kingston heir to control the Aegis instead of being controlled by it. And I'm going to be right here when you do." He almost smiled. "You're really bad at following orders." "I'm really bad at a lot of things. Doesn't mean I'm wrong." He held my gaze for a moment longer. Then he turned to face the center of the rink, where the ritual circle waited. The candles flickered. The air thickened. And Jace Kingston closed his eyes and let go.

“What the hell is all these for?” Soph asked when they were finally done; looking from Riley to Jose. A luggage, plenty of various snacks, bottled water, and juice, she was sure the luggage contained clothes and the most surprising of all was the TV, as if the king had her thoughts earlier. She was sure everything was from the king. Who else would have so many things sent to her? “The king asked for these to be delivered to you,” I know these are from the king, my question is why? What are these for?”

The king chuckled, raising his eyebrow, his hand gripping my elbow in a bruising manner making me hiss in pain. "The upper right corner on the third floor," he paused, directing his gaze, and mine followed but saw nothing, "your precious Armand and your carefully preserved wings," he put his hand on top of my eyelids before he enchanted a spell in my ear. I recognized the spell and I knew exactly what I'd be seeing when I opened my eyes and directed my gaze to the said corner above.