Novel & Cerita King In Yellow

“Maybe just a little dignity? You’re flying into Blue Moon Pack naked like a divine stripper!” Kyla snorted softly, half-asleep, half-sassy. “He’s not wrong.” “She speaks!” Mr. Yellow yelled in triumph, hopping up and down on my shoulder. “Quick! Drop the alpha stripper and save the queen!” “I am saving the queen!” I barked. “And I’m the king, not a stripper.” “Try telling that to your abs,” Mr. Yellow shot back. “They’ve got more drama than a royal opera!” Below us, the trees thinned out, revealing a glimmering sight: the border.

"This was just the opening move." "Let them," the King growled, his yellow eyes flashing in the dim light of the hall, and for a moment I saw the warrior he'd been before the crown had weighed him down. "The war has started, and they've made their position clear. Now we'll show them ours."

It all started with a witty remark from King, but they both took it seriously. Kane was holding a paintbrush, mixing colors to get the desired outcome. He looked so serene, so focused, and though he wasn’t smiling, he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. On the other hand, King was biting the side of his mouth to hide his self-consciousness. Although he was a known cold and ruthless Cabecilla, he was never branded a Casanova despite his ethereal look for a certain reason.

he continues, "I present my son, Vladimir Alekseev, the youngest Kuzmin to reach princedom—the new King of the Gray Fields Kingdom!" Cheers and applause erupt. Vladimir steps onto the platform, dressed like his father. His midnight blue hair frames his face, and his eyes hold a mysterious depth. When his gaze meets mine, my heart flutters. I had no idea the lycan who helped me earlier was their new king.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring his teasing smirk; I wasn't in the mood. I turned to him. "Is the gift ready?" Ken nodded. "Yes, sir. I made sure it's made from the purest gold." From what I'd heard, the new mafia king loved luxury jewelry. I smiled slightly, taking deep breaths to calm my thoughts. I had to make a good impression on the Genovese family – the Don of Mexico.

We felt pity for them. "How can his spawn be given such a title? Rupert Kincaid's pup is King. King of the world! KING! Fuck. Some rancid bullshit is what that is," another male sneers as he watches us with venom dripping from every word. Something within us snaps back into place and the wolf side moves back a little. Human thoughts and words return to our brain. Sympathy for the lives they have lived fill us. "Kneel. Drop your weapons and kneel," we growl lowly as a thought enters our head.

His eyes followed the movement of my hand as I went for the fish crackers, he was observing me closely, "They do. But the colors depend on their ranks. Alpha's eyes glow bright yellow, beta's glow blue, gamma's glow purple, other pack members have green glowing eyes, whereas omegas have a dull gray glow." I locked the information in my mind and tilted my head to the side, "But yours...they glow golden." He straightened and said proudly, "That's because I am the Lycan King. Only my eyes glow golden." I rolled my eyes at his self-esteem, "Okay, Mr. Lycan King. You must be so proud of the rank." He gave me a side eye, "Do you think it's easy being a Lycan King?" I widened my eyes in feigned sho

THE MAN IN YELLOW

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.