King And The Paladin Novels & Stories

"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."

"I miss my home." "But running away won't save anyone." The illusion shattered like glass. Meanwhile... Kael found himself standing inside the Royal Palace. King Orion sat proudly upon the throne. Healthy. Strong. Alive. "My son." Kael's heart skipped a beat. "Father..." The king descended the steps with a smile. "You've completed your mission." "There is no war." "No betrayal." "No Malachar." "You may stay." Kael stared at him. For years he had dreamed of hearing those words.

Avera said shyly, "but who are these Armorials you mentioned?" "The armorials," Kallida explained, his eyes darting back at her with annoyance, "are a radical sect of the Kingsmen devoted to the practice of a strange deistic magic. They are, also, undying advocates of Palmiere Caliphus and his descendants, a line of conniving and murderous kings who have long been dethroned."

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

"But then they realized he had been broken completely when he would no longer allow his sister to extend the life of her mate. He told her it was time for the mortal's life to finally end for good and forced her to become goddess of the dead so she could remain with her mate. "Kilano took back his crown but he wasn't the same king as he has been before. He devoted himself wholly to his daughter, using her as a distraction from the pain of losing her mother. This devotion led him to another god—Sayan. "The god of the water seemed an unlikely friend to the god of fire but they shared many pains and misfortunes. Sayan too had lost a mortal mate who wanted to give him a child. He too, devoted hi

Pavel. Seventeen more kings, which means there are only sixteen more kings in front of us. Tsk, what kind of kingdom is this? I have lived under this world for more than two hundred years and only now have I heard of being counted in the rank of kingship. "The trial he has to do will take place outside the Palace. Within two months, he will have to tour the whole town and find the oldest Minister who has served in the four palaces. When the Prince does not return on the appointed day when he returns, the King will buy from Pavel's friends who should be the King. " The speaker said so I looked at Bael and Cynrad who were also surprised

Jamie said to her mother as she rushed off to the palace. As she got outside, she met Paulo. He was on his way to their house. "I heard Karen came back so I wanted to come and check up on her," Paulo told Jamie. "Yeah but she came back married to the Prince as they plan to take the kingdom from our King, Theodore," Jamie told him. "How will Karen do much to me? So where are you off to now?" Paulo asked Karen's stepsister Jamie. "I am on my way to the palace to inform the King about their hideous plan," Jamie told him.

In the palace of Arodona, a storm was brewing, and it was a storm that would test not only the bonds of blood but the very foundations of the kingdom itself. The group of guards, led by Sylvian, followed King Roberick through the grand corridors of the palace. The air was tense with anticipation as they approached Lady Salena's chambers. Roberick's steps were deliberate, his emotions a tempest within him. He had always been protective of his sister, but the gravity of her actions had left him with no choice but to confront her.

“Just like that two pawns are dead and you’re wondering why you chose to become a pawn in the first place.” “Exactly,” Xavier nodded. “Unlucky.” “Not so,” Draymond laughed bringing out the white knight. “Because suddenly the battle is not about pawns any more.” He brought the black knight out. “What is the battle about?” Xavier frowned. “The king,” Draymond smiled. “These knights, these bishops, these rooks, and even the queen all die trying to save the king and what happens in the end?” “He still gets captured,” Xavier said. “He still gets captured,” Draymond nodded in agreement. “And what happens to the pawn?”

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, accentuating the gravity of their clandestine conversation. "Bastian," the king whispered, his voice low and edged with urgency, "we stand on the precipice of fate. The Oracle's visions, the threads of destiny, they all converge upon us." Bastian, his eyes reflecting the loyalty that had bound him to King Gaius for years, nodded attentively. "My lord, I am at your command. Whatever shadows haunt our kingdom, we shall face them together."