Killers Of The King Novels & Stories

In our vampire world, inheritance is governed by Blood Oath Succession. Only those acknowledged by the head of the House may inherit. Since my son was denied recognition by the Brown family— He would return with me to House Sterling. And become the future Vampire King.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Prince Arin was the mastermind behind the plot to kill the king. I turned to Rita, my eyes wide with shock. "It's Prince Arin," I whispered. Rita's eyes widened in shock, and she nodded. "We have to stop him," she said. But it was too late. Prince Arin had already made his move. He stepped forward, a sword in his hand, and the guards moved to intercept him. The room erupted into chaos, with swords clashing and people shouting. I was caught in the middle of it all, trying to protect the king and stop Prince Arin.

Although I am quite happy that I have once again, narrowly escaped betrothal, but we just survived a war, and a family was just killed. I join the rest of the folks west and we manage to round up about five of the Black Lotus soldiers that I want alive for questioning, but as I turn to Cedric to give him orders on how to move them, the men start to pull out each others organs and throats committing suicide right before our eyes. I ran to stop the last man, but he twists his own neck and falls to the ground. "Fuck!." I bark in anger, feeling my eyes change. "My king." Cedric bows immediately and the other men follow suit. I push my wolf back, now is not the time to go ballistic. "Lets go to

Their mothers don't get along and always fight, so this is what they have been living with. Regis Filius Damarion's mother died, and the alleged culprit is Regis Filius Dewain's mother. Later, the witness to his mother's death came forward and pointed out that Regis Filius Dewain's mother. King Arran got angry and put his second wife to death.

The king could without a doubt take many decisions without problems, but something like war? Those simple words froze the blood in their veins. Making them remember that they just had to follow the orders. They didn't need to think. They immediately lowered themselves in dogeza. "Forgive us! Your highness. Your will, will be done." They sweated while begging in their hearts for Him to forgive them. They knew very well what would happen should the king be in a bad mood. Thirteen years ago he didn't hesitate to kill his brother and sell his niece as a slave, all that for the throne. Killing two insignificant samurai-like them would be too easy.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

The King growled. “And I want you dead for hurting everyone that I know and werewolves in general. You sick son of a bitch.” Summer growled. Just as the King lunged at Summer, shifting in mid air, Summer was suddenly thrown out of the way and Ryker was holding Summer’s silver sword that he stabbed right through the King’s chest and into his heart. Summer landed on her back on the ground to see Ryker kill the King in one fowl swoop and the rest of the warriors stopped advancing.