King Deku Novels & Stories

Erika asks seriously, and the room goes strangely quiet. "Dios mio. Fine," I say, caving only because they aren't going to let up. "Her name is Quincy, okay? We've gone out once. That's it. Stop acting like I'm about to walk down the aisle." "Gone out once, and she's already been in three pictures," Eduardo says. "The girl works fast."

Of course today was a double ceremony, a double celebration for I would be crowded queen. The archimoon (archbishop in human terms) came forward and Elijah stepped back giving up space for the crowning. A servant came forward and his hands was a pillow that held a scepter, orb and a golden crown although smaller than that of Elijah's. The throne room was silent as the archimoon spoke. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern and protect the Peoples of the Lycan race which includes the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, Canada, Australia, Africa and of your Possessions and the other Territories and packs to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to the law?" He asked.

I offered him. Cullen stared at me, surprised. I had to think more about his offer. Turning around, I wave my hand. I heard Liam ask him to follow him. Cullen said nothing back; he just kept staring at me. As I headed to my office, I sat and checked my computer. I remember their two clans in the Kingdom of North I’m interested in. Not only they’re the most prominent clan, but they’re rich in minerals. As I go through the clans, I see that one of them belongs to King Nikolas. Frowning, I click on the family—clan of the Mist. I saw mountain ranges and rivers surrounding the clan. It was secluded and far away from the cities.

In the records, he became a renown royal born knight that later became known as the Duke of Cornwall, the very first English duke if one might add. However, in actuality, he was never just a mere mortal. Even before the news of his death, and subsequently, his ascension to Skyworld, he was actually already a deity. It was not the power of belief and extreme popularity and infamy that boosted him to the ranks of Anito before his death, but his knowledge of the previous life which he had awakened the first time he went into battle.

nothing more. Sir Chen told him while he was still little that the man he always sees in his flashbacks was him. Duke Kile Chen. Kyle grew up with the idea that he was a Duke in his past life. Duke Kile Chen was the strongest man in Azerath at the time. The King always ordered him to go for wars along with the country's warriors. Whenever they did, they came back with victory. Duke Kile Chen was married to the Goldsmith's daughter, Iva Thompson. The Goldsmith and his family were foreigners in Azerath.

The old mistress puckered her brows and wanted to assure if she had heard things right. “I heard the old master called him Duke of… Hmnn, what was it again?” Lili scrunched her brows and thought for a moment. “…Duke of Avalon. Yes, that’s it. The old master called him Duke of Avalon. It seemed like he wasn’t from Antacast and was some foreign nobility. The old master told me that he was some dangerous man. Do you know anything about him, old mistress?”

“I want 15 strong men with me this night. Dymas has returned from Kronos and has brought with him men rumored to have dragon blood in them. The king will put them to the test. You are to stand guard and protect the king from sudden attacks if there are any.” A few moments later he had selected 15 of them. One of them was his friend, the only man among them with whom he spoke freely. Henrik, though older than Perci by 5 years, was the prince’s best friend. As soon as the men moved away to get ready for their duty, Henrik sheathed his sword and moved toward him. He was a tall man with a solid build with muscles toned from years of training and horse rides. His short raven black hair framed a h

Keanu ignited emotions. "You brat! Who do you think you are? Looks like you really want everyone here know who you are. Then tell me who you are!" said King in a bored tone. Keanu lifted his chin higher. His face became much more confident. "Keanu Ferguso. The owner of the night dish. You know, this is one of the most expensive nightclubs in Indonesia. So, can you confirm how much wealth I have," explained Keanu. King rolling their eyeballs lazyly. "You wasted my time in vain to hear your very unimportant explanation," King said breathlessly.

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.