Novel & Cerita King Of Dead

unable to accept what Killian just told us. "Killian, I know you're angry, but if you want to save her, you have to let me finish." His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Silver specks started appearing in his sage-green eyes, letting us know his wolf was present and pissed. "Spit it out. What does your back story have to do with saving my mate from your despicable alpha?" Not wanting to stay around longer than necessary anymore, I got straight to the point. "Killian, you're a Lycan. You have to claim your rightful title as The Alpha King. Getting your true strength back is the only way you can stop Ace and break this never-ending cycle of death and betrayal. To finally have peace among us The El

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.

"I'm not impersonating anyone! I am Stellan Montclair! You can't do this to me! I want to see the king! I'll explain everything to His Majesty myself!" "His Majesty will not see you." Edmund's voice was flat and final. "General Montclair died on the battlefield. The king himself confirmed it. If you're General Montclair, then who died on the battlefield? Who did the king honor?" He paused, and his tone grew colder still. "Or are you suggesting that His Majesty was wrong?" That one sentence cut off every last avenue of escape.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Everyone was stupefied. ‘ Look at your king’, he pointed towards the dead body. ‘ He is lying there on the cot all lifeless and cold. He had sacrificed so much for your welfare, his wife even gave up her life for curing you, and this is what he gets in reward? Death by his own son who craved nothing but power and lust. Tell us what we should do now? " He looked at Selene. A silent understanding passed between them.

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a

Although his expression revealed nothing, his instincts warned him that the kingdom was standing at the edge of a disaster unlike any it had faced in its thousand-year history. “What do you mean?” he asked calmly. The captain swallowed hard before answering. “The dead aren’t attacking at random, Your Majesty. They’re searching for the people responsible for their deaths. A murdered merchant walked into the home of the man who poisoned him twenty years ago. A young woman who was burned as a witch appeared before the lord who ordered her execution. Every report is the same. They remember everything.” Uneasy whispers spread through the royal court. “Impossible…” “The dead have no memories.”

The mournful howls of the pack rose in response, a haunting melody that echoed through the clearing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gathering, the king's body, draped in ceremonial garments, was laid upon the stone monument. His majestic form, even in death, exuded an aura of power and dignity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the weight of his responsibility and the immense task that awaited Kaden as his rightful heir.

Getting dressed and getting off her last sex partner, she kicked the dust off what was left of each of them and went to take a long shower to get rid of the fluids. He took the communicator from his jumpsuit and contacted the king of the dead. Very interesting, thought a Lich King, king of kings, his race was immune to human diseases, because to begin with, they died a long time ago, but they didn't stay dead, others like him, are eternal, not even when they die, do they stay dead. They are leaders of a sect that promises the end of problems and eternal life, since the Sect itself belongs to a dead man, the dead king who has reigned for thousands of years.