King And The Paladin Novels & Stories

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“You’ll find Alpha King Kaiden… different from most rulers.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I replied. “No,” he said simply. “Only prepared.” I kept my face still. “Is he old?” “Thirty-five.” “Married before?” “No.” I hummed. “And what exactly does he want with me?” “He’s fulfilling a promise. That’s all I know.” I didn’t believe that for a second. We reached Silverfang right as the sun began to fall behind the peaks. The palace stood tall in the distance, its towers catching the gold light like fire. Even from here, it screamed wealth and power.

“I still hate him, Priestess, but I saw him as a means to an end too. A pawn shall I say.” “Pawn?” I parroted and that’s when all red flags in my head stood up. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone rogue too.” “What I can I say? I was inspired by you,” he cracked a grin. “Guardians are supposed to be loyal to their kingdom and to the people who rules it,” I reminded him, clenching my hands. “Not when the king and queen are unfit to rule,” he corrected. He was definitely referring to Queen Adna and Geraden.

Elisa said. "Klaus can teach me". Elisa added.. "I just hope i won't regret doing this". The king said and stretched his hand, a blue glowing stone appears in his hand and he dropped it. The size of the stone began to increase forming a portal. "Remember daughter... If Klaus and Morgana fall in love... They'll return back to Kepler and you'll be stuck there alone forever... Except the council are compassionate to bring you back". The king said and she nodded. She turned to him and hugged him tightly

"To restore justice, honor, and prosperity to this land, for you and your children. To mend the wounds inflicted by a false ruler, we will fight! Those who can shift, will freely shift in the palace grounds today. We will take back our land! Annihilate every single one of these dark wizards and demonic monster!" A single voice broke the silence, echoing through the hall. "All hail the true King!" it proclaimed, a rallying cry that reverberated through the palace, the voices of echoing until it filled every corner of the grand hall. "All hail the true King!" "All hail the true King!" Ivan barged in the palace grounds praying his claim will come true. That the King was really here to restore j

the king commands, his voice steady. Kellan steps forward, his head held high, a fierce determination etched on his features. The king draws a gleaming sword, its blade glinting in the sunlight. “Do you swear to protect the Lycan Kingdom, to uphold its honor, and to safeguard the innocent?” “I do,” Kellan replies, his voice resolute. “With this sword, I knight you.” The king taps Kellan’s shoulder, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Kellan beams, his chest swelling with pride as he turns to face the people.

“I don't know. Maybe he doesn't know about it. He was a new Elder and still had much to learn when I was taken. I haven't been here to teach him anything for the past ten years. There's not a lot written on it. Not every King has needed to use it because not every King had powers as strong as yours. Lexon filled me in on your powers, and you have quite a few. It sounds like your strongest ability is fire and that is the one that is linked to the dark's powers. The other ones you received once you came into your powers, are tied to it, but fire is the main connection. That's why that one feels the most consuming,” Nadja disappears, and a few seconds later, he reappears with an old book in hi

He simply reached out, his pale index finger lightly brushing the edge of her scorched uniform collar, before drawing his hand back into the folds of his sleeve. "You think you are here because of the dead," Alaric said, his eyes shifting for a fraction of a second toward Cassian, who stood perfectly still behind him. "You think you are here because of an inheritance, or a pack title, or a border line. You think this kingdom is a game of pieces moved across a map. Well... the dead no longer interest me," he paused as if taking in everything he had said, The future does." The King turned his back on them, walking toward the massive sheets of black glass to look out over the misty valley. The

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

“No, this… this is something else.” The King crossed the clearing in a single stride—impossible, inhumanly fast. Blake instinctively stepped between him and Aria, his wolf flashing in his eyes despite the trembling in his hands. “Stay back,” Blake warned, voice breaking. The King didn’t even look at him. He raised one hand lazily. A wave of shadow burst from his palm and slammed into Blake like a physical blow. Blake was flung backward across the clearing, hitting the dirt with a choked gasp.