King Of Dead Novels & Stories

Ready to expand Aldenor’s territory to infinity. “High time,” he whispered and abruptly opened his eyes. This moment, for the first time after seven hundred years of calm, the world saw the real King of the Dead. His eyes flashed red with the hunger of five and a half thousand dead people.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

I was fifteen when the Death King came for us. With a mighty black dragon and the ability to command the dead, he raised an army of our fallen soldiers to fight for him—and conquered us in the night. My father, King Laurier of Scorpion Valley, couldn’t stop him. I tried to flee but came face to face with the man in black armor, the man who looked more like a god than a human. Instead of killing me, he chose to show me mercy…but it didn’t feel like mercy.

Sumon couldn't help but feel a touch of pride looking at him. Finally one of the lords spoke and said aloud, "The king is dead. Long live the king!" The other men nodded and repeated all together, in a loud voice, "The king is dead. Long live the king!" One by one, the men put one knee on the ground and bowed before Nathan, before the king. They were all kneeling with their heads bowed in front of him. Nathan looked at them and then raised his head, like a proud man. Sumon prepared to bow before his king, but Nathan turned and held out his hand. Surprised, she grabbed it, and her husband dragged her to his side, as she heard again from the corridor: "The king is dead. Long live the king."

He simply reached out, his pale index finger lightly brushing the edge of her scorched uniform collar, before drawing his hand back into the folds of his sleeve. "You think you are here because of the dead," Alaric said, his eyes shifting for a fraction of a second toward Cassian, who stood perfectly still behind him. "You think you are here because of an inheritance, or a pack title, or a border line. You think this kingdom is a game of pieces moved across a map. Well... the dead no longer interest me," he paused as if taking in everything he had said, The future does." The King turned his back on them, walking toward the massive sheets of black glass to look out over the misty valley. The

He knew exactly what a dead body looked like. ​"Holy Goddess," Marcus breathed, taking a step back as if he were looking at a ghost. ​Alaric just smiled, a slow, grim smirk spreading across his scarred face. He slammed his fist over his heart in a sharp, perfect salute. "Looks like you finished the dance, Warlord." ​"The King is dead," I said, my voice completely exhausted. I didn't let go of Kaelen. I kept one arm firmly wrapped around his torso, helping him sit upright. "The necrotic ether vein is destroyed. It's over, Alaric."

She joked and I laughed. "About my guy." She began the story once again. "We were so good together. He was everything I'd ever wanted but then... someone took him away from me. Killed him right in front of me, his blood drenched my dress right before my eyes. Shitty, right?" She looked up and I gave her the best sad smile. "It's a good thing the King of Icanar is dead. He's nothing but a monster!" The last words spilled out from her mouth like a deadly venom and her grip on the stick she held tightened.

"Yes, that dancer dared to kill the power of Mahabaleshgarh. I will make sure that she suffers the most painful death," Now I got it, whatever I said yesternight made him much madder rather than making him think something else but death. "She should be pecked alive in the box of sharp nails," the Other one said. Anger rushed into me and I wanted to kill him straight. What the hell was everyone saying? "I guess, that's perfect for that dancer, She would learn how to treat the Royal peoples," King said in his roaring and angry tone. Everyone nodded.

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.