King Of Despair Novels & Stories

“It almost makes me want to spare you.” Danial’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Curse King. His voice, hoarse from the pain, barely managed to escape his lips. “Spare me? Don’t flatter yourself,” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “You think you’re unstoppable… but I’m not finished yet.” The Curse King’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Alright, boy,” he said, stepping forward, his presence filling the air with dread. “Let me show you why they call me the Curse King.”

His father could not say anything, but a tear escapes from The King's eyes. "Son..." "Father... You can never understand how I feel, for I am mateless..." Then, Alphonso's distress pheromones make him lost his resilience. His vision welcomes the darkness of despair before his body drops to the ground. Moreover, no one dares to catch him from falling throughout the time nobody notices the crystal bright moon fades under the midnight clouds. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

she demanded, her voice trembling between anger and fear. The spectral figure tilted its head, its gaze unyielding. “Your very bloodline is cursed. In order to save your kingdom, a king must fall. The sacrifice of one true heir will bind the curse... but at a cost beyond measure.” Ryker stepped forward, rage and anguish mingling in his eyes. “Who is this king? What sacrifice?” Darius, still reeling from his betrayal, could only stutter, “I... I don’t know…” His voice was a broken whisper as he backed away.

Orion growls, stepping forward like he wants to leap up onto this pillar and rip me down. “No,” I snarl, going to one knee on the pillar to more fully lean over the edge as I bare my teeth at him, daring him to try, “the true answer is a King who wishes to embarrass and disempower his bride from the very start, so she can never be his equal, never command as much respect as him.” “You speak out of turn,” he snarls. “You completely misunderstand –“

"No, your majesty. It's not!" King Kael smiled again before his shoulders slumped in exhaustion, his posture swaying as if he were a tree in the storm, his gaze filled with misery. "I'm truly at my limits." He muttered, his face stony, his glimmering eyes reflecting nothing but pain. "No one here truly cares. No one. The people who would have are gone, and I can't go to them. You're all just here for your selfish interests." I resumed my struggles, my heart aching with regret. "Your majesty, I—"

“It’s not that easy to switch sides. They would get rid of us eventually. Once they are done getting what they actually want.” The guy shrugged, standing at the same spot. “I don’t mind. As long as I get paid for getting rid of you.” There was a look of uncertainty and fear in his eyes that undeniably reminded Liya of Liam. Was that the kind of job that he was helping Damian carry out as well? She didn’t know if there was a way to ever bring him out of whatever he had gotten himself into. He was already in too deep. It was almost like Liam never wanted a proper job. A legit job. But she knew Liam all too well. He would rather die than ask her and Aldo for help. He was constantly trying to pr

It was clear he couldn't care less about his manners. "That's right! I'm the one who killed that girl!" he snarled. "She caused me to rot in prison for two years! I'm nothing once I'm out… I lost my job, and even my wife ran away! I want to drag her down to hell with me!" "Do you remember the victim's name?" the officer pressed.

He whispered, gritting his teeth. “What?” Staggered, they all ask at the same time, not expecting this to be the real reason behind their shut down. “Our King had gone mindless, shut himself out from the world. We no longer have a ruler, there is no politics anymore, no guards, no help.” Gerald told them sorrowfully, looking down after the condition of their country. “We are doomed. Look around us, living in a place with no light, like worthless trash.” Huzefa growled, pointing at his surroundings, which called upon nothing but misery.

I still can’t accept that I’m just…this while the people who hurt me have been thriving and living their best lives. I gritted my teeth. “You know nothing,” I tell him before gathering my things to leave. I can no longer stand being in the same space as him. He reminds me of things that I want to forget. “Stop acting like you care because you don’t! You’re despicable. I despise you.”

I asked, He thought for a sec before answering, "Yes, I know," "Can you take me there," I asked, "Yes, please," he said while gesturing to me to follow him. I nodded my head and began following him outside. Why are you so desperate to see him, Davina? My subconscious questioned. Did you forget what he did to you? Let him suffer, let him drown in his misery, why do you care? I don't know! I replied back because I genuinely don't know why I care, I don't have answers to all these questions and I hate myself for being this way.