King In Yellow Novels & Stories

No one had ever dared to talk back to him like this. I tilted my head up, looking straight into his glowing golden eyes. I didn't care about his power. I didn't care about his pack, his throne, or his dangerous wolf. In that moment, all I saw was a cruel, heartless monster standing before me. "You think you are a king?" I spat out, every word heavy with raw, unfiltered disgust. "You are nothing but a coward hiding behind your throne. You look down on my people, but you are colder and nastier than anyone in the Hollow."

He wanted them to know that while he might be a traitor in their eyes, he was a king in his own right. "I’m alive," I said, my voice sounding distant. "That’s all that matters, right?" "More than you know," Carla murmured with a smile on her face. She smoothed the fabric over my hips. I was wearing a gown that felt like a second skin. Heavy yellow silk pooled around my feet like liquid gold. Wearing yellow was a bold choice. A color that demanded to be seen. I would show the King that I was done hiding in the shadows. "So you’re not in any pain right now?" Carla asked, her eyes catching mine in the mirror.

His rancid breath stuns my senses as he leans in to whisper in my ear, “You’re the king’s pet, aren’t you princess?” “I belong to no king,” I spit, baring my teeth at him. We’re nearly nose to nose, and he laughs, showcases his yellowing teeth. “Oh, but you do. The Alpha King is looking for you. He has warriors roaming around in these parts. Some just came by, looking for some entertainment before they moved on. They asked if I’d seen you, and sure enough, I have the blue-eyed princess of Crescent Falls in my cellar.” He chuckles, leaning away from me and rising to his full height. “I don’t mean to just give you over to them, though.”

However, I was sure that something needed to be done, if that mate wanted to claim her he might give up because of her pregnancy. "I'm not sure if I should tell you or not," Zilver hesitated before speaking further, his brow furrowed. "His name is Kaldir, he is the lycan king. The strongest of all.” Zilver's words were heavy with the weight of truth, and as they settled into the depths of my understanding. The revelation came with a mix of awe and apprehension as I knew the name was familiar.

His mother was always prepared. Jenna watched as all of them shifted into their dragons. The king was Blue like the family line. He was much bigger than Clay and Yale. His scales sparkled in the sun. He was a beautiful, magnificent beast. The queen was Yellow. She was a little smaller than the king and she looked beautiful as well. Jenna smiled as she watched them.

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

The yellow-haired man shook his head and looked at the woman ruthlessly. "Huang Chen, take your eyes off her." Tan Ge glared at the yellow-haired man, "If she survives tonight, she will be the wife of Mr. King, and she will become our sister-in-law." Huang Chen snorted disdainfully. “Sister-in-law? Isn't she the woman that the An family sent to curry favor with Mr. King? She was no more than a bed warmer. Whether she survives the night, it’s still uncertain.”

This way he will not force on the topic about Ember. Yvette saw how anger flashed in his eyes, for a moment she felt scared. “You can never trick me again, Kazana. And until you tell me what you did to Ember, I will take something important from you.” Using his super speed, the King went to take something that Yvette didn’t expect him to take. Her crystal! “No!” She shouted in horror. But it was all too late. She didn’t even notice how the King left. She just felt that his presence was no longer inside her cottage or anywhere near her.

He has a face of distaste. The king’s right hand lingers upon one side of the suit. His fingers begin to travel downward along the cloth. He takes his time to feel the craftsmanship that it must have taken to piece together this outfit of the evening, even so, he still can taste the foul stench of being with lesser human beings themselves. Quickly, he pulls his hand away and scoffs at the idea of wearing such a thing. “Do those peasants expect me to wear this?” Richard’s words come out brash and vile as ever like he is spitting on his lesser. Leona gives her own small huff out of annoyance from her son. She slowly gets up and moves over to him like a serpent stalking its prey. The dark heels

Lips plush enough for soft kisses. His gaze is cutting though, his intensity fierce. He carries himself tall and proud, like a man who knows his worth is high. A man who knows all he has to do is dip his head in one direction and the entire room would follow his command. “That’s the King,” one of the girls behind us whispers. As she says it, I can see now, the subtle golden threads weaving through his otherwise dark royal garb. A narrow golden chain crosses the width of his forehead. King Caleb in the flesh.