King Of Dead Novels & Stories

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

Justus flinched as Thaddeus clapped his shoulder. Several hours later, the Imperial crown was laid on Thaddeus head by the king maker with the entire city in attendance, after Lucius' golden burial. Everyone secretly thought that the god Zeus had laid a curse upon the throne after the only legitimate son of the emperor got infected by a blood sucker. What else could explain the sudden deaths of two promising young men in the space of a few weeks? As the people trooped out, one after the other, they all expected to gather again for his burial and the crowning of the next son.

His storm-gray eyes swept over her body, dark and completely unhinged with desire. "You are destroying me," Malakor rasped against her lips, his breathing coming in ragged, heavy hitches as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His massive body trembled over hers, his broad hands sliding beneath her hips to lift her to him. "I am the Death King... and I am on my knees for a Null..." "You are not on your knees," Vespera choked out, her hands tangling in his dark, damp hair, pulling his head back so she could look into his gray eyes.

oh, the demon knew the witch was planning something and whatever it was, he was more than prepared. His gaze surveyed around the shady throne hall, he could see light trying to peek in through the closed curtains. The King's throne room was filled with humorless laughter and chatters, dancers in the middle, moving their hips and waist as if they were born with the moves, hundreds of people, different species, all supporters of the king, dressed elegantly but what was the reason for such massive celebration? The answer was simple but very hard to believe: The reincarnation of The true Alpha King known as Karam or Azrael was dead.

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.

Now it makes sense where he gets it from. After the death of his mother, when he was only fifteen, his father remarried twice after that before dying of liver failure at the age of 78, leaving him and his stepmother, stepbrother, and sister. Soon after that, he was crowned king and married Julie Worthington, the Duchess of Marlboro, after years of trying, they had their first son Henry William and then three years later they had Christopher James. In 2015, a new law was passed that once a royal king has reached the age of fifty, the throne has to be passed down to the oldest son. Four years later Henry was crowned and had to marry before his coronation which is set to happen in 4 months' tim

she commanded. The coordinator was already dialing, his hands unsteady. The call connected almost immediately. "Control, this is Martin," he blurted. A burst of frantic voices crackled through the phone's speaker, overlapping and desperate. Martin raised his voice, trying to cut through the noise. "I need confirmation!" He listened, his brow furrowing. "Forget East," he instructed. "I'm asking about West." Silence followed. Then... "What?" Martin gasped. His expression changed, the color draining slightly from his face. He lowered the phone, as though needing distance from what he'd just heard. "They still have electricity," he whispered.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

It fell through the gap in his armour, making it all the way through. The King fell off his horse, dead in an instant. Screams echoed from the street. Rhae stood and walked back downstairs waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Icran as instructed. Icran stayed at the top of the stairs, making sure the King was dead before following her down, to tie her back to the railing until the next step in his plan was ready. ~*~*~ The guards froze in shock, where did the arrow come from. In a second, the King was dead. With no warning, no notice. He was gone right before their eyes. They looked around, trying to catch any suspects, and there one was, staring straight at them.

To get rid of it, they have to be stronger than me. ‘ They say that the King of the North is not a simple man. There was a time when he died, and came back to life. ’ Draven says, grabbing my attention. He has stopped on the first stair. Our eyes meet and my brows lift curiously. ‘ Died and came back to life? ’ I wonder.