Hero King Novels & Stories

the hero said as he turned his back to the corpse of the enemy, his cape blocking the view of the rolled head from Valencia’s point of view. However, when Harlequin began to step forward, the cape no longer restricted Valencia’s view. The head, although only dead severed for seconds has gone pale as if no blood has been left to drain. It was the work of the hero’s sword, a mahò that makes death sure. It was the power of the king, a ‘checkmate’ Valencia has never once doubted the might of this savior from the moment he has defeated Valencia. The vow he has made to the hero was the true voice of his heart but seeing Harlequin right now made worry drape over the trust.

She took this all in shock, Saga cradling the babe closer to chest protectively. "I don't know what happened back there, " the Kings voice rumbled, his eyes moving from the young prince to hers, his long hair pulled up in a detangled bun, "But I know that he is your blood. My blood and the heir to the dragon kingdom of which a whole realm is his birthright. I can feel his power, " he paused staring back at the babe with a gentle smile, "It's unbelievable," he whispered lowly.

Uncle Damon regarded me. "Hero won't be a problem. He doesn't serve the King he serves the people. If he knows that the Kingdom is without a King then he will be the first to look for the next Kin of the King, who is you. Hero will give you his vote." Uncle Damon said then Uncle Cassian followed, speaking for the first time. "Sir Hunder won't be a problem either. He might have been Viper's friend and he might be loyal to Barlion and his wife but he also has someone else he needs to protect, some one who is very vulnerable."

It all clicked into place. King Hero was vastly different from Alpha Hero. His voice, laced with disdain, foreshadowed the impending heartbreak that would shatter my heart into a million pieces. “You knew I was clueless, and that I was completely in the dark," I whispered. "Do I?" he repeated, his voice icy. "Or do I think you're a brilliant actress? A pitiful, wounded little dolphin who couldn't land an Alpha and decided to aim higher, going after a king.”

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

Those who are called will be exploited both intellect and strength. King Februtus is the king of the Borlal kingdom, he is known as a very cruel king. Of the 4 sons, Maretus was the golden child. Maretus who is the 3rd child and he was the one who got the title of hero before his older brother. The king, with a large and burly body, sat on a throne adorned with dozens of swords of all kinds and sizes.

As though to further emphasize the disrespect he was showing, he stood up and looked his lord in the eyes before adding, “I could never do that.” Dragon King Bast was a formidable man and there was none in the Citadel that didn’t admire or respect him. Well, it wasn’t entirely so. There was one who didn’t care for the king’s legend, nor did he fear him. This man was also a legend like the Dragon King, and his feats were in no way beneath the weight of the king’s. This man was the one who stood before Dragon King Bast right now. He was Elder Hanuman, the War Maniac.

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

Another stumbled back trying to stop the blood that was flowing out from the clear cut near his ribs. It was Liam. He landed smoothly on the dirt, his blade gleaming with magic, his expression cold and sharp. His breath came steady, his violet eyes hard with all the battles he had fought in these past two years. Two years ago, Liam had been one of many young heroes — now, he was one of the most feared and respected warriors of the Five Kingdoms. Behind him, his team moved in like a second wave, sharp and disciplined.