Novel & Cerita I Became The King By Scavenging Chapter 41

” ⸻ Far beneath the mansion… The mysterious creature slowly stepped out of the darkness. Only for a second. Long enough for Alessio to see its face. ⸻ His own face. Older. Covered in black veins. Crimson eyes burning with hatred. The creature smiled. ⸻ “You’re not the only King who came back…” ⸻ Then it vanished. Leaving behind only one terrifying sentence echoing through the tunnels. ⸻ “Protect her if you can…” ”…because I’m coming for my Queen.” End of Chapter 17

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

She was too focused on the story to hear Viishaun's footsteps. "Kyaahhhh!" She screamed in spooky, and before she knew it, the book had flown and struck the king's face. She immediately stood up and bowed her head while apologizing. However, Viishaun's attention had averted on a page presented to him as he flipped the book. He raised his eyebrow and read the context as follows, "I want to hear you scream my name as I melt you in my tongue." "What?! Don't give that criticizing look," Scheriziel screamed as she tried to snatch the book, but the king was too tall for her to grab the book as he raised his hand.

He wasn't yet finish with those scavengers who dared trespass his kingdom uninvited. Walking so slowly while deliberately dropping all the black metals from him, his red eyes were overwhelmed with much darkness now that Hakyi and Osiris had felt their wounds opening up while they put a safe distance from the king. They opened the door for the king, revealing those purple people in the floor with eight of those heavily injured scavengers. They all shivered for the man in front of them was different from the king for the previous meeting. On his left hand was the blue flame again licked with dark fire and the scavengers knew that hell's fire was far more heavenly than this king's dark flame

Finally, Claude couldn't help but admit that Cyrus was extremely assimilated. Every day, carrying the heavy Follo bag, walking around the caves and alleys, Claude is a person who is used to suffering. Except for the fact that the evening bath is a bit long, there is really nothing else. What's more, he was cursed with Cyrus in his stomach every day. His life was terrible. On the fourth day of filming at Swan, a strong character appeared. He is one of the shareholders of the management Sect, a fashion company, and is also the representative in Asia of Henry Jackie, Ruber Johnny.

I was nervous that dad might be able to read my mind but if I don't make a plan then I am as good as dead the moment I step outside. I tried to get some sleep as I waited for midnight to come. My heart finally calmed down as I drifted off to a deep slumber. The scene that was in front of me changed. Gone was the boy who always wailed. There was a man sitting on the throne and he was staring straight into my eyes. My heart pounded. He was beautiful. His eyes are as red as blood, it was glowing. "Our prince is now crowned as our Lycan king. I present to all of you, the Lycan King Endrée Zion Calder. All hail to the Lycan king!" the man who crowned him proclaimed delightfully. The crowd cheered

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

he says as he offers me his hand. Taking his hand he guides me to stand up. Without taking his eyes off of my own he slides his fingers under the straps of my dress and slips them down over my shoulders. The dress falls to the ground and pools at my feet, leaving me completely exposed in front of the King. **End Flashback**

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

If I was going to die, I would rather die a criminal who touched the King’s child and had the audacity to appear before him as his second chance’s mate at his beloved Queen’s funeral, than be called a thief for eating one spoon of rice. With that thought in mind, I cut Owen off, sounding more confident for some weird reason and despite the Alpha King’s presence, “I didn’t steal. I haven’t eaten in three days, My King and I know I’m a slave but I need food just like everyone else. I need food and sleep to function and I haven’t been having enough. If you want me dead, chop off my head or throw me to the rogues but please do not treat me like I’m lesser than–”