King Of Corium Novels & Stories

Tabitha said when Koran came to the top of the stairs and saw who had arrived. Julie and Maia looked up at the pregnant woman and felt a powerful aura around her. “Are you still pregnant?” Julie asked. “I’ve been pregnant for some years. I’m carrying the future Phoenix king.” Koran proudly said as she descended the stairs, with Nancy following and helping her. Maia and Julie were surprised to hear that the future Phoenix king was being born. “That explains the powerful aura I felt from you,” Maia stated. “It’s the tempering of fire he has to go through. There has never been a king born from the Phoenix.” Koran continued as they made their way into the living room.

she asked, her voice a whisper. “Tillium is the only known source that is able to fatally wound those of royal descent,” he explained. “Grandmother Sheloah is a descendant of Shirin royalty.” “Your father told me that schorl could wound me and that’s why they had me bound in schorl.” Darius let out a little chuckle. “Yes, schorl is known to wound royals, pretty badly at that, but it is not fatal to us. Schorl is only lethal to celestials who do not descend from true royal blood.”

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

"Karandy was not alone in his plan. You have to tell me his accomplish. I have to know who conspired to tear me down like this. To create this kind of setup...to kill my child and Danika. I want to know." "And you will know." Corna began, "But you will have to find out on your own, King, for our job here is done. You will find out soon enough, even before the Other's nemesis arrives. Do not forget, your seed has never germinated elsewhere, only in one land." "And the Heavens are with you, King." Remeta added. "I do not understand. Make things a bit more clearer." The King urged, almost desperate. "You are a wise King. You will find out soon enough. See you when we see you again, King." Corna

In fact, at the moment, since I passed these policy, the mining industry in Aeternum has already got a significant advancement and increased in productivity as a lot of Necromancer made their living as using their undead for labour. Nevertheless, another reason as to why I wanted the Central Region of Alemia nation to be contained, is that in this particular war, I didn’t want the Crown Prince to get away or even died from the battle. I want to dragged him into Aeternum High Court and trialed him in front of the large audience. I wanted for everyone to get their ultimate closure for all their unanswered questions and suffering. The people need someone to be blamed for everything and someone

The Original smiled through him. “He IS fighting.” Horror crawled down my spine. Because it was true. Darius wasn’t losing because he was weak. He was losing because he was trying not to hurt me while fighting the corruption simultaneously. And the restraint was killing him. The King realized it too. “He cannot hold both much longer.” Kael’s expression darkened. “So what do we do?!” The room shook again. The gate beneath the kingdom pulsed violently. The corruption inside Darius answered it instinctively.

They seized Lorenzo by the shoulders, driving their knees with bone-crushing force into the back of his joints. With a heavy thud, the once-mighty Head of the Family crashed onto the hard marble floor. Lorenzo thrashed, trying to force himself up, but a guard pinned his neck down, grinding his face against the freezing tiles. "Let me go! I’m the head of the Corleone family! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this!" He howled, stripped of every shred of dignity. Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass.

“We were one soul. Until you severed us. You, the golden child. Me, the shadow. They called me a curse.” Cradle’s throat went dry. “You’re the side of him they tried to bury.” He laughed. “No. I’m the side they needed—but feared too much to use.” Kael stepped closer. “Why now? Why rise after all this time?” The Crownless King tilted his head, and every mirror in the room flickered—each one showing a different version of Kael. One crowned in blood. One kneeling before a burning palace. One kissing Cradle while the world burned around them.

It was quiet, so quiet if i was to gulp loudly, the whole room would hear it. The elder reached for the spectres on a red cushion placed on a wooden table and handed each of us to hold. "As Alpha Adrian's mate, his Luna, in blood, flesh and air, you will rise as the Queen of Cosmos Kingdom when I place this crown on your head." The elders thick voice announced. With my head bent low, I waited as the elder placed Adrian's crown on his head before reaching for my crown and gently placing it on mine. The crown was heavy, it was made out of pure gold and diamonds. I kept my neck straight, giving support to my head and allowed myself to get accustomed to the heaviness.

The seed had already been planted in his head, and nothing but the absolute truth would remove it. “Where did you find him?” he asked Micah. “He found us. We were looking for his trail northbound down the river when he just walked towards us,” Micah answered. “Did he say anything?” Had he told them about the curse? “He was off his head,” Micah said. “He kept saying that he was the king and then singing. We had to gag him on the way back. When we started questioning him in the cell, he kept repeating something about a blood moon. He smelled like a rogue, but I can’t be sure.”