Human King 소설 & 이야기

Inside, suspended in a pool of glowing, silver liquid, was a man. He didn't look dead. His skin was the color of weathered bronze, his hair a mane of silver and black, and his chest... his chest was moving. A slow, agonizingly deep breath that happened once every minute. "Is that... is he still alive?" Félix asked, his voice a terrified whisper. He stepped closer, his emerald aura flickering with an instinctive, predatory warning. "Emma, that’s him. That’s the First King. The one who supposedly 'founded' the North."

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

“KINGSMAN” “KINGSMAN” “KINGSMAN” Amidst the chants of the crowd, Jack was still able to keep his calm. Holding on to the weapon seen as the weapon of kings, Jack was akin to a war king. It had been so long since he last walked under the banner of his clan. How long had it been since he was last called by the name Kingsman, and not Jack? He looked calm on the outside, but his blood was boiling over. Soon he made his way over to the stage, and once he stood on it, the crowd went silent. He said nothing, nor did he do anything; however, his eyes told them everything. He may be unknown, but he was still a Lion King. His countenance, his aura, his very being was akin to that of the ruler of all b

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

His King was laughing. ------------

And I told them word for word how the king described Drakon's possible end if he tried it again. The fear on their frozen faces would have been comical if it wasn't so valid. "I think—" Diane began, "we sometimes forget why he's also called the Infamous Hybrid King. 'Hybrid' and also a 'King,' Cassia. Just a regular vampire is crazy enough, then throw in a random werewolf, and we humans don't stand a chance."

he replied hoarsely, through dried lips. “Trade…and she took the son of the Alpha?” the King droned, his expression never changing. Dax stared again. “My King –” Dax whispered. Before Dax could blink, the King stood before him, staring down at him. The Alpha King was a large wolf. Tall by any standard, wide by any measure, and built like a rock. He looked like Reyland in his original large form, except that every part of him was muscle, and his proportions were streamlined.

I am so royally f*cked, and not in a good way. "Tell me," the king says, "Do you know of the rumors about me?" What an odd thing to ask. "The half-wolf rumors?" I say. "Sure, who hasn't? People like to talk." "They're all true." Huh? True? Is the king actually insane? Sexy and crazy? Not my favorite combination, I have to admit. "I'm a shifter, Hera," he says. "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean," I respond.

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”

It was the King's second-in-command. "All hail Alpha King Kael!" Everyone scrambled to their knees. Everyone except me. I lay in a pool of my own blood, but I forced myself to look up. A man strode into the hall. He was well over six feet tall, with black hair and eyes of gold. He radiated absolute power and authority. Alpha King Kael. His gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on me. When he saw the state I was in, his golden eyes instantly turned blood-red.