Is The Night King In The Books Novels & Stories

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”

King Noah and his family were the first to arrive as his kingdom is the official host for the werewolf side but I am the host of the evening, while his family played with mine in the back garden Noah stood by my side and welcomed the other Royal Families that arrived after he did, as he seemed to notice the absence of Dominic. "So Your Highness! May I ask where King Dominic is this fine morning instead of being next to his beautiful Queen?" "We are still having trouble with Leo attacking clans around the kingdom but he assures me that he will be here in time for the ball later tonight." I look down to hide the sadness I know is now in my eyes, I just hope Noah didn't notice.

I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”

The dark king turned around, calmly counting the guards before letting out an amused chuckle. “There’s one missing,” Ragnar said, his tone dripping with dark amusement. Immediately, the wall of men cleared a path. I knew he was there before I even saw him. The air suddenly turned cold. It was a familiar, painful cold that I had spent five years trying to forget—the kind that didn’t just chill the room, but reached deep inside my chest and made it hard to breathe. Then he stepped through the crowd. Dave Nightclaw. Alpha King of the South. He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw me.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

I say confidently. The redhead turns back to her computer and flips through a couple of screens. "The King doesn't have a nine o'clock appointment." My face falls in disappointment. I thought at least that the King would have the decency to meet with me after his failed attempt to assassinate me last night. Of course, I am not supposed to know that he is the one behind the attacks, but I am not stupid. He has been after me since I started encroaching on his business. It makes me wonder if all of these Lycans in this building know what really funds Lycan City.

The smell of cured leather hits me first, it’s an old smell, almost eradicated, but still there. He drops the book in the space between us and my hand reaches for it immediately. My heart cracks when I see what’s on the first page and tears sting the back of my eyes. “You were searching for that book weren’t you?” I nod because I was. Clearly written on the first page are the words “Records of His Majesty, King Ashryn the Great, Supreme Lycan King of the Four Kingdoms, and His wife, Diane.” Okay, I'm a bit offended at how the latter part sounds like something added as an afterthought in my head, but this is it.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn