King Of Corium Novels & Stories

The touch of his hand was intense, I felt the electric heat between us. "My mate, I finally found you after all these years." My wolf wanted to come out and have some fun with our mate. It took all my will power to control her and hold her back. I look at my father who seems to be happy that Simion turn out to be my mate. "Is this true Kora? Is King Simion your mate?" My mom asks with happiness in her eyes. "Yes mom, he's my mate."

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

“Failing how?” “The land is turning,” he replied. “Faster than before. It’s not waiting. It’s spreading.” Another voice cut in from the side. “The southern perimeter too. We just cleared it yesterday, and now it looks worse than it did before.” “That’s not possible,” someone else muttered. I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts into order. The crown was broken. I had seen it shatter. Korran had lost control. So why was the corruption still moving? Unless…

She was being included. Later, when the household had quieted and night pressed softly against the windows, Declan found Corren in the outer gallery overlooking the lower gardens. Moonlight filtered through leaf and crystal alike, silver pooling across stone and water, the city breathing gently beneath them. Corren leaned against the balustrade, arms folded, gaze fixed outward. “You know,” he said without turning, voice light but knowing, “I was just thinking how strange it will be when you finally settle into being a proper, solemn king. All measured words and careful silences. I give it a year before no one recognizes you.”

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

“You don’t even know what it’s for, do you?” She clenched her teeth, hating that he was dead right. The key was a question mark, cold and heavy, tied to Dorian’s scratched-out warning—find the truth before they do. “If you want It so bad, why not grab it?” she said, nudging it with her toe, just enough to slide it an inch. A gamble, but she’d choke before letting him see her shake. Roman stiffened next to her, but Ezra didn’t bite. “’Cause it’s nothing without you,” he said, voice dropping low, dark. “Dorian fixed it that way. Blood’s the trick, Sienna. Yours.”

"I cannot name a king yet, I'm still trying input things in order." "Salvador!" One of them slammed. "There's no time to do all of that. Become the King and fix all of this and give us our reward. We have successfully cooperated and you have done your part heavily." "Reward?" Jamie frowned at me and I huffed. "We'll fix this, and as for the price it will after the new King's coronation and it won't be me?" They all frowned. "No!" They all chorused and frowned while I groaned.

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

Each relic shimmered faintly in the torchlight, drawing uneasy glances from the nobles. Adrian sat on his throne, regal and composed. Elysia stood beside him, the picture of devotion. Seraphina took her place at the edge of the dais, silent and veiled. Lucien turned, his gaze sweeping the room. “His Holiness sends his gratitude for your cooperation,” he said. “These relics will reveal any traces of corruption or forbidden blessing. The light cannot be hidden from itself.” The nobles shifted uneasily. Servants carried the relics forward, setting one before each of the royal family. A faint hum filled the hall, soft but insistent.