Human King Novels & Stories

They all bowed again, exiting the royal hall one after the other. Lucifer left his throne to the room where he had buried his wife’s body. He shifted the cover of the coffin box, staring sorrowfully at the decayed body in it. Selena was his wife since the day he took after his father, The Devil. And for a thousand years, she has ruled the kingdom alongside him. He has never stopped mourning her, and he believes that one day she will come back to him. And now that he can feel her presence, he will stop at nothing to bring her back home. . . back to himself.

I get under the cover and within a minute, I doze off. I awoken with the sound of my door closing. I jump out of bed from the fear of being attacked by rogues again, my heart beating fast I look around the room to see if there's anyone else but there's no one. I sigh when I see a pair of sweatshirt and jean placed neatly on my bed. I take the clothes with me to the bathroom, The brush I used the other night is placed where I dropped it on the counter. I brush my teeth and change into the fresh pair of clothes. There's a nock on the door, I walk towards it and open it. The King is standing there, dressed in a pair of dark blue suit. His brown hair gel to perfection, not a strand out of place.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

Kai stuttered because his appearance looked perfect. Right after that, his presence scattered to the whole Dark Organization's place, so everyone's body within that rage shivered and got their gravity pulled them on the ground. This presence is the same as the King of Slenia, Astrid's father, the King of Kings. But, in his case, he might have a chance of winning against that King. Astrid and Kai, especially General Asva got surprised by how terrifying his presence could be. Therefore, they got kneeled on the ground.

Once the last male is pulled from the last cell and walks past us Noah bows his head slightly to Hunter and then follows them out. Not long after Noah disappears, Hunter reduces the power behind his aura to almost nothing, I let out a soft sigh of relief, sagging against the wall now that my head isn’t pounding and the command to submit has disappeared. A moment later King Kevin enters only instead of being followed by male Royal Warriors he is followed by female Royal Warriors.

said the butler. "Kevin?" "No, but His Majesty King Ken." What is that old man calling me for?!Henzie thought in confusion. "Okay, I'll be right there." The maid bowed and left. *** Arriving in front of the hall of the mansion, Henzie immediately entered and met the Vampire King who was sitting on his throne. "Why did you call me?" Henzie asked. "And where's Kevin? I haven't seen him since this morning," continued Henzie. "Don't worry. Kevin is being cared for by minions." The King answered questions about Kevin.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

Perhaps, at last, she was realizing the gravity of her crimes. The king’s dark skin glowed under the dim lighting, a stark contrast to the rich, deep crimson of his robes, which draped around his tall, broad frame with an elegance that spoke of power and authority. His features were striking—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and eyes so intense they seemed to pierce through you. His hair was neatly braided, and a thin golden circle rested atop his head, gleaming faintly. The intricate patterns embroidered in gold on his tunic caught the light, drawing the eye to the finely woven fabric that clung to his muscled form. He was the embodiment of regal authority, and yet there was something unde