Killers Of The King Novels & Stories

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

Aldridge continued looking at the queen’s back as she walked away and smiled, “Yes, I chanced upon information that stated someone by the name of Togen was the one after my head but it seems his master was fed up with his continuous mistakes and killed him, but that is not why we came here today.” “How did you find out?” Sterling whispered and immediately felt something off from behind him. He looked back and saw Shawn staring right at him and there and then, Sterling knew how Aldridge knew and must very well know who is behind the assassinations and to Shawn, he realized that it wasn’t a secret that the queen was doing this and all the siblings must be in on it. * The King gathered his chil

We would march to a certain point in the camp, killing Drakkons as we went, then stop and hide while snipers rained arrows down on the camp. As we moved deeper into the war zone, we passed dead bodies, rivers of blood, and large groups of bodies that were on fire. As we moved forward, things got worse, but nothing could make us turn around at this point. When I got to the camp farther north, I finally saw both King's fighting. Both were hurt, but it looked like Lucian was hurt more because he was fighting both the Drakkon King and the Drakkon general at the same time. It wasn't fair at all.

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.

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!"

She asked seeping some curiosity into her voice. "I wouldn't tell you ordinarily but since you're all about to die it can't hurt." Khasi replied, "We watched and bidded our time and ten years ago, we realized that to destroy a nation, you had to start from the inside. King Gregory's brother provided us that opportunity. We would have supported him but he was too loose mouthed and we couldn't risk exposure if he failed." "So you're using my Father and at the end you'll..." Her eyes widened at the realization.

Charles spent his childhood interacting and causing laughter with his siblings because he grew up with them. Three months later, His Majesty made his way back to Ash City. He was detained all day in his chamber because he was exhausted. He left his chamber in the evening and entered the compound, where he discovered that about ten men wearing black robes had been murdered there. How are you, your sister, and your husbands doing, Jeeta? The king enquired. We're good, my lord. Jeeta answered. Who are the victims you killed? My Lord, although we don't know them, they came to attack us, and we defeated them.