Hidden Monarch 소설 & 이야기

I can't even find the words for this situation. Kimberly takes a hold of a sobbing Royale's hand, dragging her inside. "What the hell Royale? What has gotten into you?" "I love him" "Over my dead body. Over my dead body do you love such an old man. Trust me when I say I wouldn't be this angry and bothered if it were a boy your age. But Royale, you are sixteen. That man is forty, or maybe even older" "Even with a boy your age, it wouldn't be allowed. Screw it be James" Collins mutters.

They didn’t know how she did it but they heard it clearly. The air around them was stiflingly cold as well, indicating that Shadow was eyeing them sharply. Nothing escaped her at this point even though they were the kings. Let's put it that way to make people understand. The kings were the second highest monarch below the emperor – if they’d had one. However, in The Unknown, Shadow’s position was a little bit special. She was The Holiness.

- "What I want to ask you are not really questions, but more details about your history, about the history of Edios and other countries. Can you tell me about the main royal families and other countries, and what if, despite our attempts to remain hidden, you actually had proof of the existence of another Empire?" - "It is true that I have never broached the subject of royal families, at least until now. First of all, Edios is not the only country to have a monarchy system. There are two more, including one with a different status: Qibea, Acora and for the one that differs is from Hiviro. Perhaps you have already heard of it because it has existed long before Thetia Kestle, it is the Di Ange

He stepped between Elara and the golden figures, his silver eyes flashing with a protective snarl. "The King stays where his Queen is," Malachi growled. "And the South doesn't recognize the laws of ghosts in gold masks. Leave, or I’ll show you why they call me the Monster." The lead Inquisitor raised a hand. A pulse of red light rippled outward, and the grass beneath Malachi’s feet turned to literal glass, trapping his boots. "The Monster King is a glitch in the design," the Inquisitor stated. "And the child is an anomaly that cannot be allowed to mature. We are not here to negotiate, Sovereign. We are here to reset the lineage."

"No. I can shift whenever I choose. The need to shift is stronger with the changes of the moon, but they aren't linked together." "And as a wolf, you can remember everything from your human side?" I tear off a piece of bread and spread butter on it, eating. "In a way, yes." "Have shifters always been on the throne? You've never been discovered before?" I ask. "My history is a long one, Hera," Ambrose says. "Many generations ago, the human king was usurped by a shifter. We've been on the throne ever since. We keep our secret locked away. Not all humans would be so accepting of my kind on their throne. But no, we haven't been discovered. The worst they can do is vicious rumors, but I have spie

"A pawn? Maybe. But monarchs can be overthrown by pawns as well. as well as queens. Lisa's mouth clenched. Varek, what do you want? What's at stake here? Because you are insane if you believe you can manipulate me. His grin got bigger. "Oh, you don't need to be under my authority. All I need is your might. Lisa, you see, you hold the secret to something much bigger than you can ever know. And after I open it... He walked away, his eyes growing gloomy. "To put it simply, the world will bow down to Anabella's legacy when it is reborn."

Eight years ago, Omega Wren was cast out by the mate she loved. Crown Prince Theron publicly rejected her, claiming the bond was a weakness a future king could not afford. Pregnant and alone, Wren vanished into the mountain village of Hollow Pine, where she gave birth to twins, Ashe and Elowen, beneath a rare double moon. Since then, she has raised them in secret, teaching them to bury their wolves before the wrong people notice what they are. Now the king of Ashveil is dying, and an ancient law demands an heir of pure blood before the next full moon. Theron has no child he can name. He has only a recurring dream of a woman he cannot place, and the certainty that his memory was stolen. Wh

They moved with terrifying precision around Eleanor, around the chamber, around the widening abyss. The mountain was listening to him. Not the Hollow King. Him. The gods noticed too. Concern flickered visibly across their faces. The woman beneath the mountain laughed softly. “The heir commands the seal now.” The tallest god’s composure cracked. “That is impossible.” “No,” the Hollow King corrected quietly. “It is inherited.” Another roar split the sky overhead. The Throne descending above the chamber spread its skeletal wings wider, blocking out the moon entirely. Golden symbols ignited across its massive body.

The Blood-Crypts. It was a subterranean cavern the size of a cathedral, its vaulted ceiling supported by colossal stone pillars carved in the likeness of ancient, winged monarchs whose faces had been deliberately chiseled away by time or terror. Down the center of the chamber ran a massive, blood-red stone channel the blood-gutter of the original royal altar. And standing directly in the center of the chamber, bathed in an eerie, pulsing violet-white luminescence, was Leo. He had stopped walking. He stood ten paces in front of a colossal, ten-foot-tall circular slab of solid black hematite set directly into the floor the Ancestral Seal, inscribed with the primeval blood-runes of the first No

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.