Novel & Cerita King Of Dead

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

And the cruel man downstairs, he was everything I wanted to forget. Cold. Dark. Ruthless. The King of Italy. The Vitale twins ruled over the island of Sicily but Fabiano? He was the King of the rest of Italy. That didn’t end there. He was an arms dealer. He had factories, illegal organizations making the deadliest weapons. He sold them to anyone who made the highest bid. Even he sold them to terrorists. How many deaths were on him? Probably more than a person can keep record of. My trembling limbs carried me to the steel rails, I looked down at the scene in front of me. I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.

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.

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

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.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

He looked menacingly lethal, too destructive even to look at. "Uh-huh...you really think that could kill me?" Ragnar asked, his head remained tilted, his signature 'menacing' smirk not once withered from his features, and his eyes not once wavered away from the poisoned blade or Leo. "It did kill your warriors, or should I say pets." Leo snapped. "I'm their king for a reason." "And the King you killed before yourself was a King too." Leo rasped. "Don't flatter yourself with that situation. You're not me."

How was it that a well-travelled, 28-year-old, male werewolf had not managed to find, their mate? "You didn't produce an heir" I lashed out at him for touching a nerve. "All the more reason, you need a mate," he spoke sternly "You don't any other family to create an heir. It's solely on you," He was right, my parents had passed away before they could have another child. My mother died in childbirth, causing the baby to be stillborn. My father, the King's brother, passed shortly after due to the pain of losing his mate and a child The king had taken on the task to raise me, as his mate was infertile. A cruel curse of the moon goddess he would say. The king hated to be reminded he couldn't