I Became The King By Scavenging Chapter 41 Novels & Stories

My wolf begs for release. Not yet. Distance first. Then blood. An arrow whistles past my shoulder. Another slices my arm. I don’t slow. “Stop!” someone shouts behind us. “In the King’s name!” A harsh laugh rips from my throat. I am the King. And I am done obeying gods. I veer into a mist-choked ravine. Old magic thickens the air, wild, unclaimed. Sanctuary. For now. I duck beneath a stone overhang, shielding her with my body.

Maximus’s web was wider than he had imagined, its threads coiling around friend and foe alike. Zarek’s breath came ragged, each inhale burning like fire in his lungs. His claws flexed as he stood among the ruins, staring at the empty throne that had once commanded thousands. Betrayal clung to the walls like smoke—Lucien and Mira fleeing, the King vanished, his wolves slaughtered. A shuffle echoed from the corridor. One of the surviving warriors stumbled forward, half-shifted, his body torn and bleeding. He collapsed at Zarek’s feet, pressing a bloodstained scrap of parchment into his hand.

"Their stories have illuminated the rich tapestry of our history, teaching me about the struggles our ancestors faced and the wisdom they imparted. Through their guidance, I have come to appreciate the strength that lies within our community." The King's gaze intensified, a glimmer of pride shimmering in his eyes. "Knowledge passed down through generations is a precious gift, Marco. The wisdom of our elders holds the key to our growth and resilience as a kingdom. I am pleased that you have sought their counsel and benefited from their teachings." "Marco," the King began, his voice steady and authoritative. "We must approach this endeavor with a carefully crafted plan. To challenge Swiftclaw'

Enough time to finally summon the courage to pick up the book King Alizadeh gave me. The scent of paper is the first thing that hits me. Then comes the sound of leaves as they rustle gently in the wind, and the melody that is nature, the sound of wings as birds and insects flitter in the air. The tree I'm under provides adequate shade while I sit with my back to the trunk. I feel nervous, and at peace at the same time. I open to the first page and my eyes take in the information displayed. “King Ashryn Mykanos, Descendant of King Aquinas Mykanos and the first Supreme Lycan King of the four Kingdoms.”

he spoke and his voice barreled through the quiet room, "but like I said, when your intentions are pure, the land doesn’t give way to your fall, rather it comes together to help you." "So even after being put under a sleep that was supposed to suck out the happiness from my soul, help came and enlivened me. How I managed to find your mother I cannot say for sure, only that the help came right on time. When I came out of the dark forest, I became king, and the first thing I did was make Salvador step down as the head of the elders, I gave it to a much older one with kindness in his eyes. He rests with his family now, and Salvador even after all this time still years for the place of ruler."

My wound hurt and my wrist hurt even more with the silver chains that bound them together, blood spluttered out of my mouth staining the floor in the process. “Leave us,” he ordered. The doors closed behind me and I struggled to get back up to my feet in a kneeling position, staring at Hughes who was now the new king, a chuckle escaped my lips which I couldn't hold. His frown deepened, “What's so funny?” He asked bitterly as he rounded the desk and stood before me, a scroll in hand. “It's just rather surprising. You? A king? Pfft,” I chuckled once again and this only made him angrier.

This confinement is not the end, but rather the catalyst for my triumphant rise. In the depths of my imprisonment, the spark of rebellion flares to life. I am King Alex, and I will not be silenced. The battle for my kingdom has only just begun.

I crawl in between Ciro and Spadino. I burrow into Ciro’s warmth. I let Spadino’s arm drape over me. I am safe. For now. But as I close my eyes, as I listen to the wind howling outside, I know the peace is fragile. The King is gone. But the heir is just beginning to wake up.

Probably his mother. Or perhaps.. the little boy inside him who had been abandoned long before he became the Campus King. Minutes later...He slowly loosened his arms ,Still asleep. Nyra gently guided him back toward their room. He obeyed without resistance, as she tucked the blanket over him, she whispered softly, "You carry too much alone, Lazy Jerk." He never heard her. ****** Morning arrived with the smell of freshly baked bread Nyra yawned as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Kaizen looked unusually refreshed. She narrowed her eyes.

⸻ A colossal figure emerged from the darkness. ⸻ The Void King. ⸻ And when his eyes met Ilyaan’s… He smiled. ⸻ “Hello, Creator.” ⸻ 🌌💀👁️ ⸻ End of Chapter 48 To Be Continued…