Novel & Cerita King Of Dead

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 implore, getting a hard look from Lorenzo and a worried frown from Ivy. “It doesn’t matter. – Lorenzo growls – Armstrong is dead and Ivy is immortal. There’s nothing Alex can use to get to me. It’s time to make everyone realize what it means to mess with me or mine.” I lean back against Leo’s chest, utterly impressed by the King. I might’ve underestimated him at first, but he’s proven himself. “The Deads and I are with you.” I declare seriously, getting a shocked look from the King. “I didn’t expect you of all people to be so eager to help.”

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.

This question was bothering him but he could not answer it at all. How did all… dead?! “How could this be?” King Abel was stunned as he stood there frozen in place. All his words from before were akin to slapping his own face. He had looked down on Nicklaus and the man just slapped him hard on the face by taking hostage their economy. This was hard to swallow. What was more had was that the royals they fought hard to place there were dead. He knew that Noah’s super soldiers were guarding them yet they were dead. It was laughable but this was not a laughing matter it was serious.

I immediately recognize who he is. Lord ZerronThanatos Evander, the new King of Evander Kingdom. I had just heard the news that the throne had been transferred to Lord Zero's eldest son. Almost all the women turned to stare at the man without any emotion being shown. He has the intimidating and heavy presence. He has the presence of the king, but one thing is more scary about him that I heard .... he's demon you'll never dare to mess with. I don't know how, what ... but according to rumors, he has the power that can cause death. He can kill people in an entire town if he wants to at any time. Even we here he can socialize.

he tries to calm me down but I shook my head. If it wasn’t Alpha King, it won’t be anyone else. God. I killed him, right? I killed Alpha King with my own bare hands. I killed him. My gaze landed on his lifeless body on the cold ground, and I sobs once again. The blood stops flowing but his eyes never falter to open. He’s dead. He’s really dead. I looked at them and nod. I made up my mind. Alpha King is dead and soon, a war will break. All of them want my blood to be a foundation of their greed but I won’t accept that. I’m not going to be a foundation for their greed or darkness.

"Your mother is safe. The Citadel is broken." "And us?" I asked, looking into his amber eyes. Dax reached into his vest and pulled out the silver crown Isabella had tried to force onto his head. He looked at it for a moment, then tossed it over the edge of the building into the dark, churning city below. "The King is dead," he said, a slow, brilliant smile spreading across his face. "Long live the Wolf." He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of ozone and the open road, a kiss that spanned fifty-eight chapters of fire and ended in the absolute certainty of the present.

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