Killers Of The King Novels & Stories

ASHER I had never expected the condition to be so dangerous for me. Of course, expectation was one thing and reality was another. I stared down at the killer whose throat had just been slitted. He was the third killer we’d been forced to take the life of this week. Though these would-be assassins were not very skilled, they all seemed to be loyal to their master. None of them had said who sent them here to kill the king before their deaths, but Kane and Silas had their theories. My stepbrother thought it could be just about anyone, but the Beta assumed the man who hired these assassins was his own father.

“The body came with a note, I’m guessing the killer left. It read, ‘Another vow was broken. A mother couldn’t protect her child and the king couldn’t protect his subject. Merry Christmas everyone, if only Colin could say the same.” The woman became wailing once Thjis had finished. His face hardened as he asked and another question, “Colin?” “His name, my king.” “Surname?” “Travis, my king.” “Mrs. Travis. Whoever did this to your son has insulted my jurisdiction as a leader. I swear to you today that your killer would be found and thoroughly dealt with. The gates would be closed to prevent this killer can escape.” “May I ask you a question my king?”

The King still couldn’t process what he was hearing. “How? Why?” Confusion was clear in his eyes, his thoughts scattered. “Papa, listen to me. Remember when Kuya was kidnapped when we were kids? I saved him—not Mama, but me. The problem is, I killed their top leader—the father of their current leader—and now they’re furious with me. They want me dead.” “And they’re also the reason Mama died.” The King stared at his child in shock. “W-what?”

He pounded on the armrest of the black throne that had live grey serpents as his footstool, shattering it to bits, causing the guard who delivered the news to tremble. "Go, investigate what occurred to the two of them outside," the king commanded through tightly clenched teeth. At this juncture, a man possessing short pink and grey striped hair and sporting golden armour rushed in and knelt quickly before the king, panting heavily, "Your majesty, the queen was harmed by three creatures of another race and Antero was killed by 4 people, three of which were responsible for harming the queen," "What races, general Karlh?" the incensed king questioned, rising from his throne with a twisted expre

Being one of the Zombie Kings has its perks. My father and many of the other Zombie leaders worked hard to overthrow the humans. We knew they would never live with us in peace. They would hunt us, kill us, and experiment on us. They would never allow us to co-exist as their fear would overtake all common sense.

Prime Minister Si put his head down and said in a pitiful voice, "Master, the king is suspecting me for the attack on the royal family that occurred many years ago. He is keeping a close eye on me and my family at all times. What should I do?" The person smirked and replied, "Don't worry. The King can't lay a finger on you and your family. I eliminated all the royals in one night, and they still can't find me. They are fools who don't even deserve to be royals." "It is said that Alexander is the wisest, most powerful, cunning, and merciful ruler, but he can't even prove that you are a criminal, let alone find me. That fool!" Xander Si smiled, realizing that his master was right. Many years a

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

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 stand and walk to the center so they can all see me clearly. “I had the same question,” I admit. “But considering that the killer murdered twenty-three young girls in your own backyard, and—” I pause, “—given my apparent bond to the king, we now need to play things strictly by the book.” I circle the table slowly, letting my gaze linger on each face. “You’re all invited to witness the execution. But… and please, don’t take this as weakness or insult… some of you shouldn’t be there. It will be brutal. Messy.”

With shaky breaths and trembling legs, he went in. "Finally some news. What happened? Have the men arrived?" Asked king Darien. He had a serious expression on his face. "Y-your h-highness, i-l'm afraid I have terrible news." Clinton stammered. King Darien shifted uncomfortably in his throne. "What is it? Speak Clinton!" His voice boomed. "A-all of the men are dead! They set a trap and.." "What do you mean by they are dead?" Clinton felt himself swallow a hard lump. "Someone informed Devon and they planned a counter-attack. All of the men we sent are dead!"