Novelas y relatos de King Dong

The Master of Ceremonies raised one hand. "May I kindly ask everyone to rise and welcome Alpha King Dominic and his Luna." The scraping of chairs echoed throughout the ballroom. Every Alpha and Luna stood. Within seconds, silence settled over the hall once again. All eyes turned toward the enormous double doors at the far end of the ballroom. Then... The doors began to open. Two royal guards stepped inside first. The ballroom remained silent. A moment later, Alpha King Dominic appeared. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black formal suit embroidered with subtle golden thread, he carried himself with the effortless authority that had earned both the respect and fear of every kingdom represented

-Eve- Dominic Kingston, COO of Kings Corp and heir to the Kingston Conglomerate, is known for his cold, unfazed expression and spotless public image. Little is known about his personal life, which only adds to the mystery around him. Beneath the article sat a photo of him at an event, perfect tux, drawn lips, and eyes like he'd rather be anywhere else. Even in pixels, he looked untouchable. I dropped the phone with a small groan.

“Aliyah.” “Queen Aliyah,” Alaric repeated and placed a hand on his chest, bowing slightly to her. “I am Alaric, son of Vasilios, and the current Dragon King.” It was unheard of for a dragon to bow to a mere land demon but Alaric had found joy in doing so, also, he had introduced himself in a gentler tone than he had done to Edward and Edward noticed. Edward didn’t fail to notice that the man had also bowed to Aliyah when he didn’t even bow to him, like, how low does he see him?

His lips press against my hands, and it’s as if he’s sealing a promise with that kiss. His declaration was delivered with the power of a king, one that echoes like a beautiful melody. The air is charged with an undeniable energy as he lays bare his feelings in front of everyone. “Long live the Dragon King Agnarr, holder of all titles!” I turn to look at Dagnoth, who has raised his sword. “Long live the Dragon Queen, Xendaya the Compassionate!” The chanting continues and I close my eyes as Agnarr cups my face, his lips colliding with mine once more…

She knew he heard her footsteps, what with his super hearing, but he gave the semblance of normality so she too pretended. And the first rule of pretentiousness never shows your ignorance. Hence Willow waited patiently, scanning the garage, her eyes lapping on any potential weapons in the vicinity. "Are you Billy Jones?" The hulk asked after a few minutes. Willow hides her triumph smile. They always crack. But then what he asked penetrated into her mind. Billy Jones? Seriously, Reagan? Instead of asserting, Willow questioned, "who is asking?" "King" Right. I'm as much of Billy Jones as he is king. Though Reagan said his name is Dane. He is a good-looking vampire, there is no doubt about it.

Alejandro King Lycan Former Alpha King, King of Lycans and werewolves Long Chocolate brown hair Sky Blue eyes Tall with strong muscular built 6'ft Power:- Alpha King, different kinds of power. Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho

I hadn’t even known him for a month, and yet it had felt like a lifetime. “HAHAHA! Did you not get taught anything boy...You never drop your weapon in a fight...The Imperial army is a load of trash nowadays, I the great Bandit King will reveal in the delights of the rich Imperial province. Dam. I wait to get a taste of their women...HAHAHA. Doesn't matter to you though. You will be dead!” Looking behind me, I saw a giant of a man. He was covered in some kind of scaled armour. On his head there even was a crown! Guess he was some kind of important bandit...well the king as he called himself. In his hands there was a massive hammer.

“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