Human King 소설 & 이야기

We felt pity for them. "How can his spawn be given such a title? Rupert Kincaid's pup is King. King of the world! KING! Fuck. Some rancid bullshit is what that is," another male sneers as he watches us with venom dripping from every word. Something within us snaps back into place and the wolf side moves back a little. Human thoughts and words return to our brain. Sympathy for the lives they have lived fill us. "Kneel. Drop your weapons and kneel," we growl lowly as a thought enters our head.

Upon entering, he saw Kane lounging on the sofa—still shirtless. "I’ll take a bath," King said before walking to his room. Kane, on the other hand, was struggling to calm himself—and other things. His face was beet red, and he blamed the alcohol for all of it. The movie playing on the screen was supposed to be funny, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh. He found himself funnier than the actors throwing jokes. 'Fine. I’ll swing that way and seduce you, motherfucker. Fall for me, and then I’ll steal your crown and throne, King.'

Hakyi and Osiris bowed their head when the Aryan king had arrived in a form of the black falcon. Despite the rain, they waited outside the balcony until the king had arrived. Back to his true form, they made way for him as he silently trudged his way inside the room, ignoring the dripping of rainwater from all over his wet robe and his disheveled lux. Following from behind him, Osiris and Hakyi remained their distance to the king even until he had himself collapsed to the couch and stared blankly in the wall.

His silence was his answer. “Stop insulting me by pretending we’re nothing.” “I never said we were nothing. But we will never be more than what we are now.” “I’m your woman,” I hissed. “And I’m your man—but that’s it. I’ll never be your husband. I’ll never be the father of your children. I’ll never be the fantasy you’ve dreamed of. I will always be the Skull King, the killer and the conqueror.” “You can be both.” Now, he looked pissed. “I will never be both. I can only be the man or the king. I choose king. I made my decision a long time ago, and I won’t change it.”

My heart drops as I watch a man come to stand beside her; he whispers something into her ear; I see the fear in her eyes before she quickly averts her gaze to the floor; lifting his head, the man looks at me, his face fearless as his eyes turn red, he never takes his eyes from me as he makes his way into the ring, shredding his cloak on the way, his muscles ripple under the spotlights, his pale white skin taking on an eerie glow. Fuck! I'm fighting the new-age Vampire King…. Well, I have never been one to back down from a fight; I shred my own cloak as I backflip into the ring, making the crowd go wild. I am Killer, the undefeated champion of the underground...Ain't no Vampire King going to

"If he displeases you, kill him! I will bring you another! Anyone you want!" "Look up." The command was absolute. The alpha aura rolling off the King was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my lungs. I had no choice but to obey. I slowly lifted my head, trembling. King Kael was massive. He towered over me, his broad shoulders clad in dark, imposing armor. Thick, raven-black hair fell around his face, framing sharp, striking features. But it was his eyes that caught me and held me hostage. They were a brilliant, glowing gold.

The kingsman attended to the grey gelding, scratching behind its ears. "We are prepared." The king declared. As his gaze briefly met Gwen's, she quickly averted her eyes, hating her nerves. "Shall we?" He asked, returning his attention once more to the group. "It would be wrong of us to keep the beautiful women waiting. I, for one, am eager to begin our adventure." "Your Majesty..." the Duke began, only to be interrupted by the king's commanding voice.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

Madeline, our vampire princess greeted, her blonde hair was neatly made in a braid as she wore a simple white knee long dress, her father being the vampire king of this realm, though I was unsure whether or not he had returned from the ball, as I was waiting to hear of what happened in the ball after I had taken my princess and left, expecting the night to still be young in the human realm, though after what had happened the ball would’ve most likely been over, at least I think. “Thank you” Kiara said smiling, she lowered her gaze not looking at Madeline who gave her a warm welcoming smile, having been excited to see the mystery girl who had caught the eyes of the hybrid king, I was the high

The king asked as he peered at the man before him. No longer looking old with those white hair on his head,Conan whose real name is Hugo was now looking like a man in his early forties as he sat there "I am still so healthy and strong to be in your service,I owe you my life and wish to serve you to my last days" The king nodded with a profound smile "you have been paying for that over the years,you did a great job when you left Hagrid years ago,it's been long,I'd love for you to rest and bore more children with your wife,"