Romans & histoires I Became The King By Scavenging Chapter 41

I panicked as I wailed and fought against them, but they were stronger than mine. My eyes widened when I saw him going down on his knees, while I laid between his legs. He grabbed strands of my hair and pushed them from my neck, giving me access. He leaned down, and I laid rigid, my heart drove at full speed as he leaned down towards me. I could perceive the sweaty smell coming off him, and it further made my stomach churned. His men grabbed my hands and pinned them down. His fangs elongated as he leaned down towards my neck and sniffed me.

The king was no more, looking like human, his head looked so much like that of a cow, and he had decreed, that every one must become like him before, the next attack, and failure to do so, will result into execution, as it is obvious that, only one who look like him, can defeat the pirates. One day, the king was served his most loved meal but found it hard to eat, and no matter how much he tried, it just wouldn't sit in his belly, the King kept vomiting it. Though he was hungry, he couldn't eat. All the royal cooks came and cooked different meals, yet the Kind could not eat. And for two days, he vomited the one he tried to swallow. Then it crossed his mind that, since his look had changed to

Then, after that, his consciousness faded as he fell to the ground. --- He felt the sunlight hit on his closed eyes, so he started to regain consciousness. After he stood, he scrubbed his eyes before he scanned the area. He found out that all the dead people are now roasted. Then, he remembered that he is the one who made that last night... Therefore, tears started to run down his cheeks again, so he repeatedly swipe them with his hands. "I am sorry..." The 10 years old Kai apologized while crying. "Hey, kid..." He glanced at his back and he saw a tall man with a crown, so he concluded that he is a king.

All eyes fall on me again when he asks, "Are you ready to go? You will not need anything today. I have already prepared everything for your arrival." Daring to look up into his eyes again, I state, "Yes, my king. I am ready." if you enjoyed this chapter, please comment and vote for me by leaving gems. Thank you.

Dark tentacles extended from his body and as if to chill them to their bones, his feet lifted off the floor. He snapped open eyes, as red as Princess Laylin’s hair. He slaughtered the being with pleasure, his face serene as if he was taking a stroll in his garden. The King cackled, throwing his head back, bathed in the blood of the wretched monsters. His blood lust was evident. The soldiers shrank back with unrivaled fright while Ivan was frozen to a statue. The King wasn’t subjugating them, but they were all reminded of King on the day he first took over the palace.

I looked outside the window as the driver moved the car, preparing my mind for the garbage he would say "The King is gathering 20 girls to join a competition of who gets to be his whore/food/pet. He decided to get a whore but since all human girls are whores, he decided to choose just one out of 20" Outrageous! Human girls are whores??!! "Who gave you and your filthy king the-" I felt a hand on my neck, he was chocking me " You can insult me but don't you dare insult my king" he said, his eyes turning red

the king said, turning to him, "you would choose a princess and be crowned king before the prophecy takes place. In the mean time I'll have a talk with Sybil." There was a long pause before the king cleared his throat. "How. .how are you?" "Fine," Icarus answered monotonously. The king nodded his head, still staring at the window. After a while he left, and Icarus stared at the writings on his book, not really seeing the numbers or the letters; just the unwanted memories in the blur of his mind. The doors opened and closed, he lifted his head to see the witch come in, shadows were under her eyes and she was undoubtedly dozing on her feet.

Welcome to chapter one of 'how to take revenge on the elf king 101', written by Sean Cooper, Sean thought to himself, finding it hard to control the smirk that threatened to come out on his face.

I shook my head and walked towards him as Warg, begging on his knees to the king. The vertical wrinkle appeared between the king's eyebrows, his mouth pulled in tightly and the corners of his mouth were pointed downward. As he was looking at his son, you can tell how confused he is. So I decided to interrupt, “Let me be the one who explains to you everything because I think I much further know everything,” I said and the King's eyes shifted through me. ________ Zack"

." After he left, I remained in the warehouse for a while longer, thinking through the plan. It was risky, accelerating things this way, but the missing documents had forced my hand. Better to act now, while I still controlled the narrative, than wait for whoever had stolen those papers to make their move. As I walked back to my car, my phone buzzed with a text from my beta: "Council wants to know when you can reschedule." I smiled as I typed my response: "Tell them the king will see them tomorrow. Family crisis averted." By this time tomorrow, my plans would be in motion. By next week, both Damon and Jonathan would be facing exile or worse. And their packs—their territories, their resources