King In Yellow Novels & Stories

~Clavem~ I removed the cover from my mouth to breathe easy; after all, there were no other werewolves around me, so I wouldn't be caught. My lips parted at what I discovered in the picture. A mystical woman under the sunset. According to the picture I'm holding, the former king kisses the woman, Heres' father, on the cheek. But the part of the woman's face in the picture was torn. Another thing that added to my doubt and wonder was when I saw the woman wearing a simple yellow dress because I was sure that the queen hated this color and taste of fashion style, and the queen was not white; she was completely brunette.

They weren't talking particularly loud, but having super hearing wasn't easy. From what he knew, not just him and the Lustburg kings, but all the kings of all the seven kingdoms had the same features. Blue eyes and golden hair, the same went for the supreme daughters. This feature was supposed to represent the blessing of the goddesses and were a reference to the blue sky and the yellow sun. But still–he couldn't help but think that they would be Hitler's wet dream if they were to be all present in the same room. "Still, what kind of prince do you think he is? I think that dame Lilith should stay on the throne. We know nothing about him after all."

I asked with a raised eyebrow, but the blonde-haired one just looked away. "I... didn’t want to wake you..." What a silly thing! How could she insist on that kind of thing? At times like these I wondered if that was really the story I had read, because neither Callisto nor Elaine acted according to their roles. The cruel king who despised his concubine and loved only the saint and his deceased wife - now seemed to detest the saint he should love and, At the same time, he had so much zeal for his concubine that he almost snapped and forced the princess of one of his territories and also the sister of his late wife, to near death.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

King Theodore angrily walked into his room to see his mistress Ciara lying sexily on the bed, wearing a transparent yellow dress. "My king, what's your plan with the queen you kidnapped or should I say took?" Ciara asked as she sat up worriedly, staring at King Theo, who obviously didn't want to talk. "I don't just want to lose you; I know the repercussions of what you're doing and…" "Shut up, Ciara, and leave my room immediately! I don't think I need you here; I have a lot going on in my head!" King Theo yelled angrily as he pulled off his robe.

The weight of the crown was a cold, familiar pressure against Kaelen’s brow, but today it felt heavier, more oppressive. He stood before the grand floor-to-ceiling window of his study, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling, snow-dusted forests of his kingdom. From here, he was a god. The Alpha of all Alphas, the Lycan King whose word was law, whose power could level mountains and command armies. Yet, as he stared out at the vast, silent world he ruled, he had never felt more trapped.

This was not like The King to just end up start flirting. Cassius and Bryon cleared the matt, Cassius handed his practice stick to The King, smiling as he did it. Bryon pouted to Belle. "I was having fun. No fair." Zephyr gave him a scolding look. "Too bad either go sit in your chair or go stand by mine." Bryon scowled at him and went over to his throne and sat down which was more of a plop. He was grumbling something underneath his breath. Taking her practice stick she went to the middle of the matt, where Zephyr was standing. She felt a little confused and uneasy, she wanted to know why this was happening. It almost felt like The King was flirting with her almost.

Reyland asked, his voice now clouded with something close to wonder. “Our family is old, our history is long, but mostly, your mother was born under a yellow moon. She was expected to be the one. But she was frail. Too frail.” “Had I been wiser, had I been aware, I would have selected the red wolf as her groom. His blood might have done for her what his child’s has done for you,” the King replied easily, as if he were a teacher explaining something to a student, something offhand, factual, like why water is wet.