Herb King Novels & Stories

Inside, he didn’t pause, didn’t breathe, just dragged me into the throne room like he was delivering the spoils of war. “Your Majesty,” Khaled said, his voice echoing off the high vaults. “This man, Heron, will be appointed as the Royal Healer. Exclusive to me.” The king sat on the dais, robed in crimson, his crown catching the light. His gaze swept over me, sharp and assessing. “Exclusive to you?” His tone was calm, but the undercurrent was steel. “Why?” Khaled’s jaw was iron. “Because I’ve decided it. Because without him, you’d be holding my funeral rites instead of this meeting.”

It has not gone unnoticed by the household of the castle of Decreash that the queen dowager, Selena, seemed to have a lot of respect for the old man, the grandmaester. Why so, however, has never been found out. It is as such that the same respect she accords him, everyone else does. With that in mind, the grandmaester was doing everything with his resources to see to it that the king continues to live to see another day. He worked tirelessly in his small fume chamber, where he gathered all his herbal medicine, mixing, boiling, and combining cogent and effective herbs that he was sure would work. But day after day, his hope seems to wither.

he whispered. I nodded slowly. I already knew. “Then why sell a herb you knew was poisonous? Did you not hear the king’s warning against such things?” He shook violently, chains clattering. “I did. I swear I did. Please… believe me.” “And yet you sold the one that killed the heir!” I roared, the sound shaking the room. “I didn’t! Please! The herb only turns deadly if it’s mixed with wolfsbane root and boiled into a tea. Alone, it cannot kill. Please believe me!”

He tasted iron, realized he’d bitten his lip hard enough to draw blood. Dexter took a step closer. Up close, the man was taller than Charlie expected, his presence filling the room without effort. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne and something sharper adrenaline, perhaps. Power always carried a scent. “You’re his son,” Dexter continued, tone almost conversational. “Aren’t you?” Charlie swallowed. Silence pressed against his teeth. Every instinct told him that the wrong answer here could end more than his job. “Yes,” he whispered at last. “Sir.”

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

Natural Herbs "This is how natural herbs solved most of our wounds by using magical techniques, we use the water to mix with the herbs and put it on the patient wound." I finished my speech with a silent sigh, the prince looked at me with pride in his eyes. The sound of his clapping hands echoed in the auditorium along with the professor who had a big smile plastered on his face. "I loved it." Prince Rhyker told me with a grin, it feels incredible to hear a compliment from a royal member.

"I am afraid I have other matters I must attend to." The advisor rushed out of the palace, with no expression visible on his face. The other warrior left with him, but Gideon stayed. "My Lord, what is the herb that healed you this quickly?" King Stephen had to come up with a great lie. "Rosemary." He said. Gideon was surprised. "Rosemary, in the forest?" He asked. "Yes Gideon. I found a rosemary flower and I ate it." The warrior did not understand why the King was lying to him.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

I mean my father was a member so that made me one too by association. The guy didn't walk away but instead took a step forward. "Really what's your name?" He asked as he eyed me curiously. "It's none of your business." I stubbornly said. I quickly tried to get around him because I knew if I said my name it would get around to my father. He slide over so he was blocking my path. "It kind of is since I will soon be King. Plus since I've never seen you at any counsil meetings I highly doubt you are on the counsil." The guy who was actually Alexander the next King stated.

"I..." Skylar paused before continuing, "I didn't mean anything by it, Ms. Griffith. It's just that you know what this is. This herb is called the Celestial Herb. It’s sold for a low price but is incredibly valuable—more valuable than the Bloodgod Herb, right?" Eden smiled, her hands in her pockets, looking at Skylar with a roguish glint in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow, signaling him to go on.