Novel & Cerita King Of Corium

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

She made her way back to her chamber, her mood ruined. She barged into her room, only to see Aaram getting dressed. "You are leaving…so soon?" She muttered, lowering her gaze, and walked into the chamber, shutting the door behind her. "There are pending matters seeking my attention." He said, then locked gazes with Kora. "What happened to the king?" He asked, and Kora rolled her eyes. "He had a heart attack. The Grandmaester feels it is as a result of his drinking habit; however, I feel… Let's just say the gods are thirsty for more souls."

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

The Gem on the King’s chest glowed brighter, its golden light spreading through the room. Janina groaned, her body trembling as she shifted back into her human form….Naked, weak, and writhing in pain. She coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips in heavy drops. Outside, the storm of shadows finally broke. The dark clouds scattered, the twisted spells dissipating into nothingness. The strength of the Realm had awakened. The King, the Trueblood Alpha, had returned from slumber, the corruption that plagued the kingdom had ended. Kaelen rose from his bed, holding the Gem in his hands. With a faint shimmer, it vanished, returning to the Isle of Protection.

He looked at the silver scar on my arm. "Esmeralda," he said, his voice carrying effortlessly across the mud. "You look... different." "The word you're looking for is 'alive,' Thorne," I said, my voice steady. "Despite your father’s best efforts." Thorne flinched at the mention of Dominic, but he didn't look away. "My father is dead. The corruption he brought to this land is his legacy, not mine. I am the King now. And as King, I cannot allow a Rogue army to occupy the sacred lands of the south."

he ordered, and she immediately rushed to carry out his order. I frowned when we got out of the building and to my disbelief, I saw all the pack members standing outside with a questioning look as they whispered to one another upon seeing our presence. "There's no need to panic," he started, sensing panic from some of them. "I'd like to take this opportunity to announce to you all your new Luna. I introduce you to Caroline, HellGuard's Luna," he announced, and silence followed his statement. I almost wished the ground would open and swallow me, but suddenly a cheer of excitement resounded as they clapped and whistled.

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

Prologue “Luther! You cannot do this to me!” Alpha King Luther Reeds stopped on his track, turning around to look at Katherine. His eyes burned in a fury. No one dares to utter his name. No one disrespects him. He is the Alpha King of the Northern Kingdom, and no one addresses him by name. No one. Not even his own mate. “You dared to utter my name?” he growled, as he stormed closer to her in the corridor of the second floor of the palace.

I replied sarcastically. She stared at me seriously, that's when I realized that I may have done something serious. Is he really a Mafia? Does this mean I'll die? "He is the west mafia leader. The biggest gangs and groups are under him. His father is the leader but Chase is running it now until he fully gets crowned as the Mafia king. The president you are talking about can't dare this group. You don't understand the gravity of what you have done!" She fully explained. I don't understand. Are we in some sort of mafia romance movie or what? A Mafia? That guy? He looks so ordinary...

The hard line of his jaw ticking. “Why would they put coin on my head? How do they even know?” “They don’t know. It’s $1,000 crowns for the Barter Queen.” “Why for me?” Because you’re an easier target. “To get to me.” “Why don’t they put it on you?” “They have. I’m worth 3,000 crowns but it’s a reward they can’t collect dead. No one will come at me directly.” He shook his head sadly. “But you…they know you’re the quickest way to get to me.”