King Of Dead Novels & Stories

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

The scent of rosemary threaded cold through the iron. “I should have been here,” he murmured. “I should have… Mother, I...” A second wave of boots. A new scent, starch and ink and candle wax: the Lord Chamberlain. “Your Highness,” came the voice from the door, unsteady, “you must come. The King...” Kael looked up slowly. The Chamberlain swallowed. “The King is dead.” The room lurched. For a heartbeat Kael couldn’t understand the shape of the words. Dead was a syllable that could cut a mother. Dead was a sword you put in a father’s hand and taught him to swing. Dead did not belong to both.

I take Dominic's hand and squeeze him tightly. "Alfas!" take the word of the elder walking away from us. "And lunas," he says, turning his head and looking at me and then at Camilla. “The king is dead! And we will not shed a tear for him. Even his memory will be forgotten. Finding out about his plans, we met and tried to keep order until we found someone worthy to take his place. "And he looks at those who have come to help us. There are over 17 packs on the American continent alone, to which are added many other packs that jumped to our aid without being announced.

It was indeed a gruesome way to die. He then dropped the bodies to the ground, holding onto the head of the already lifeless Lord. The traitor had been killed. King Kael reverted to his male form once more, his gaze sweeping across the shocked soldiers, face hard as steel. "My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground."

The bots attack on a vampire establishment had the newly mades and the vampires antsy, talks and murmurs of why the 'king of Vampires' hadn't done anything to quell the situation coming up on everyone's lips. Rumours circulating round that he was dead, the vampire population going wild with leashed fury, waiting, just waiting to be provoked once again.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The general briefed as Zackarya faced the hall raising his neck. “I, the King of Dark Spades announced Fated Kingdom to become part of our domain too. The werewolves and humans would live together from now on. Tomorrow we will announce the death of the Queen. I don’t want distractions during my rule.” He hissed the last sentence staring at the General as he shook his head in agreement.

"But from the look of things, he is in cahoots with the King. They barely agree on anything and he clearly hates him. He hates both the King and the Queen." "The King," she whispered faintly, and then smiled. "He is dead already." Lord Renfrew raised his head, shocked to his feeble bones. He couldn't believe his ears, did she just say the King was dead? "Yes, he is dead Renfrew. For the darkness in Derek to grow, the King needed to be gotten rid of just as his mate and child were gotten rid of." Lord Renfrew gulped in fear, remembering why he was scared of her in the first place.

Rage hardened Stefan’s expression at the mention of his brother, but gratitude softened it when his eyes swept over Evena, Rafaele, and even Rina, who stood watching quietly from the doorway. Later, Kaia slipped into the room, her small face alight with hope. “Where is my mother?” she asked. Stefan gave her a tired smile. “Meridia is well.” Relief washed over the girl’s features, and she curled against his side like a child who had been holding her breath for too long. But the fragile peace did not last. Evena returned from his coven with grim news. His voice carried a finality that chilled the room. “The Vampire King is dead. Damon has declared himself the heir, and the court prepares for h

He said with a sinister smile, the boy could feel the change in the atmosphere and he looked ready to take flight, "I have a need for men like you. Not you" And with those words, he kicked the boy out of the cave, his screams going on for a few second before a dull thud resounded. He looked over at the small blob in the distance and he pouted. Another day, another useless death. He had to proceed with his plans no matter what that pompous Princess said. If she thinks she can get his kingdom from him then she's in for a big surprise. Death was coming to all royals and Lord Felfar Black would be the harbinger.