King Of Dead Novels & Stories

Their mothers don't get along and always fight, so this is what they have been living with. Regis Filius Damarion's mother died, and the alleged culprit is Regis Filius Dewain's mother. Later, the witness to his mother's death came forward and pointed out that Regis Filius Dewain's mother. King Arran got angry and put his second wife to death.

Hansel smiled briefly when he felt Lord Kenny’s worries. “Don’t panic. I won’t hurt you. I just feel it is such a pity. You, Lord Kenny, are a warrior. His Majesty the King of the Dead admires you and has sent me to invite you to work together. But I guess I am a little too late,” he said calmly. Lord Kenny had a shock in his heart when he heard that. ‘The King of the Dead? Who is that?’ “The King of the Dead is the leader of the Ghost World.” Hansel’s facial expression looked respectful. “You will enter the Ghost World after you die, understand?”

He was about to take the cup when Zev stopped him. “You don’t have to. I don’t like drinking tea. We can start the discussion instead,” Zev muttered and crossed his arms on his chest. “So, tell me. What did you find out?” Lucian took a deep breath after gulping a sip of his tea. His head was facing the table when he started to speak. “The King was dead,” he said which alerted Zev. “He was killed by a vampire a few years ago. The people in the kingdom have no idea about it. Not even the royal soldiers responsible for protecting the royal family nor the nobles. Everyone seems to live a peaceful and happy life. It was a shame that they were all fooled by the vampire lord.”

*** Nadine The battlefield had descended into a bewildering calm. With Charles's death, and Victor's head gruesomely displayed by Nicholas in the warzone's heart, adding a piercing cry declared Ferdinand's death. Both sides were engulfed in total confusion, struggling to discern reality from deception, unsure of their next move. The Dark King's soldiers, having executed precise sniping and assassinations, had targeted the hardcore generals from both sides. Those who survived were primarily opportunists, riding the current wave of change. Now, this wave was shifting allegiance towards Prince Nicholas, the rightful heir to the Royal Kingdom.

"No." Everyone turned toward him. He pointed toward the valley. "If that were the abyss, I would know." Lira frowned. "Then what are they?" The former King didn't answer immediately. Because the truth was beginning to form. And he hated it. Eventually he whispered: "They're the dead." Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The words seemed impossible. "The dead?" Cassian repeated. The former King nodded slowly. "Look carefully." Everyone did. And suddenly, they noticed. One figure wore ancient Lunar Order armor.

The air around me crackled, and I felt my fangs lengthen: "Who's?" "I couldn't make out what they were saying. Some Northern speak I'd never heard of." Northerners? From across the mountains? "They had a symbol on their tabards. A thorned crown—" No, anyone but him! "—a blood drop underneath it." It was him. The man I'd feared more than the Great Deceiver himself. "Ayda? Do you know who that is? We should tell High Alpha—" "The king is dead," I was trembling, rage and terror sending tremors down my body. "He died tonight, during the banquet."

“Don’t move.” I freeze, confused. “What’s going on?” Alden steps forward. “You need to come with us.” “Come with you? Why?” His jaw tightens, and I can see the anger flash through his eyes. “The king is dead.” I am completely frozen when he says this. “What? What do you mean?” “You know exactly what I mean. The king is dead. You killed him,” he says. “And you need to come with us.” “What do you mean, I killed him?”

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

Anything is possible so his level of nervousness increased. “Do you want me to continue now?” the old man smile wryly Navi shrugged. “I just want to know where I am.” “Did you kidnap me? I’m sorry but I have no penny to give you.” He said as he raised his both arms like he was surrendering. “No” his voice has tinge of sophistication through it. “You have died.” He surprisingly said “Oh not that much of a big dea-“ “Wait…” he paused “I’m… I’m… I’m dead?” he said in amazement

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.