Im King Of The World の小説・ストーリー

A selkie in a rooftop pool, laughing like the ocean remembered her name from across a world. And the king—Alexander—on a throne level with his people, jaw set like a dare. Around him, advisors who are friends, and friends who are obligations, and enemies who wear politeness like cologne. He is not yet cruel. He is not yet kind. He is that most dangerous thing: decisive in the wrong direction, sometimes, and honest about it only with himself.

“I want to destroy Nial Ocnomad and make Ardae more about the people. The real people then about this neverending war amongst immortals. And power plays. And politics.” “You don’t think there should be any kings?” Not what I said. “On the contrary I think kings are necessary as a governing body. But I don’t think kings and queens only interested in their own self-serving desires are beneficial to anyone.” Bast blinked slowly. “You are not at all what I’d heard.” “I never am.” He sighed. “So how, exactly do you plan to overthrow all these corrupt kings and queens. By gathering commerce and swaying the people. Given enough goods I could control all of Ardae from the Blue Lark.”

I used to play in them when I was a kid, playing hide and seek with my other friends and that was the perfect spot to hide but now, I'm actually sitting in one that actually works. "You're awake," The King's voice sounded from behind me and I turned to him looking at me. He gazed at me with love and adoration and I knew why. Of course I heard stories of the Mighty King Micah, the only man to have ever lived for such a long time, for more than 700 years. It is known that every wolf was blessed with a soul-mate, their other half except the King and that was why he became brutal, blaming their god the moon goddess for creating him without one.

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.

"Goodnight Vicky.“ She shut her eyes and drifted off. Later after the confrontation between the royal members, Karla and Charles were having a word with Markus and Lauren in the private living room. The atmosphere was surprisingly peaceful. “The King of Devon is celebrating his 43rd birthday tomorrow and we've been invited. Now since none of the kingdoms were informed about you two's wedding, I suppose you already have an excuse to pull off." Asked Charles asked. “Is it important…" “Of course it is. Devon Kingdom is one of the rising kingdoms. King Alessandro has found some way of pushing his kingdom towards the top. We need to get closer to them, especially with our current situation with G

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

conscience. “We’ve met crazier and more vengeful humans. Doesn’t explain this… soft-hearted thinking,” Karl replied, saying it like my soft heart was a foreign, disgusting concept. “Can you both stop speaking like I’m not here?” I nearly rolled my eyes, but Landon staring heavily at me like I was an enigma made me nervous. “See to it that this never happens again, Landon,” the king said, his tone becoming stern and his sight never leaving mine. “If there’s ever a next time, I will make them beg for death’s release.”

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

Earth, a world far behind in the evolution scheme, was their world's problem once again. The Five Ruling Kings of the Welkin Kingdom weren't pleased to know that there could be witnesses despite the inconvenient time the castle was attacked. And one of them, King Trevino, the fat and red-skinned, bald head Welkin, is conspiring to do something that hasn't been done in a million years.