King Of Despair Novels & Stories

turned to look and suddenly realised that the magazine Cyrus had just thrown in front of him was indeed the one he had just read on the farm. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable because someone was stalking his privacy, but Derek Thomas's smile fanned the fire of pain burning inside him. All other senses became pale under the pain. suffering. Cyrus leaned against the dressing table to watch him shovel his rice open, snorting coldly, "What, one piece of bullshit news is enough to demoralise you?" Cyrus raised the corner of his lips, showing contempt, "It's okay to be ugly, even if your fighting ability is weak. I see that you are not only healthy and farming, you have no other advantages."

I say and struggle out of my sleep bag. “What is that? It hurts. What’s going on?” “I know. I know,” I say and sit on top of her, pinning her hands by her side. “It’s Caspian.” Another brilliant flash of pain, and then the words, clear as a bell, “A new king rises.” But the call is distorted, wrong somehow. It’s dark and menacing and fills us with fear instead of hope. “Aaah, fuck,” my mate screams and tries to get out from under me. “Make it stop.”

“Great. Is he being introduced like a bride at her own wedding?” Noah gave me a warning look. We entered the ballroom just as the Roll Caller’s voice rang out. “Presenting—His Majesty, King Damian” My gaze lifted. And locked onto him. The man from the piano room. Sitting on the throne. The King. Noah, unaware, leaned close and murmured, “Be careful, Aegis. You shouldn't make the mistake of underestimating the King. I heard he's even more powerful than any of his ancestors. They call him The Insanity. And he's almost as psychotic as you are maybe even more."

this helplessness, let a person despair incomparable! Can not help but, some disillusioned ...... since how to struggle are useless words ...... a speechless despair, floated to the heart, gradually run to the limbs and bones! Closed her eyes, her clenched hand, despair loosened. Her line of sight, re-falls on Wei Sisan's face, said clearly in one word: "Ms. Wei, are you sure, this time, if I do as you say, you'll give me all the backups and promise not to bother revealing them?"

Defiance III Third Person’s POV King Regor carefully touched the two treasures with a mad look in his eyes. He talked to them and grumbled about the audacity of the citizens of the Artemia Kingdom that dared to make trouble on his watch. He has been the sole king of the king for decades, and he has never been questioned with such dissatisfaction and complaints by the citizens. The mere thought of it makes him fume, and he decided to execute some of those troublemakers to make some example for the rest.

“What did our dear King have to say for himself? Did he offer you a wing of the palace? Maybe a shiny new title to replace the one he took the night he threw you to the wolves?” I leaned my shoulder against a pillar stained black with soot. The stone was freezing, and I felt the cold through my thin tunic. “He offered apologies,” I said quietly. “He offered to burn the laws and tear down the Council.” Kael barked out a short laugh. The sound bounced up into the high wooden beams above us. “He’s desperate,” he said. “He finally understands the curse he chased away is the only thing standing between him and a shallow grave.” He shook his head slowly.

Tears slowly fell down as my chest got tight and the feeling of desperation and helplessness clawed at me. "Alex." Zavier could only call out to me because he didn't know how to comfort me, nobody did. I was a dark king who was weeping for his queen. I wasn't weak, I had experienced lose and as of today I would slowly destroy all realms and universes to help myself heal. Everyone would feel the pain that I felt. After a second of composing myself I slowly stood up and walked to my desk. I would be fine. "You needed me sir?" My new subordinate asked with a quickness that would've saved my wife if I had him instead of my last subordinate.

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

“You think you hold secrets over me, think you can humiliate me with what you once shared. But listen well. If you dare make me pawn, if you dare conspire against me, I will burn this game to ash. Not one of us will walk away whole. If I fall, I drag both of you into the fire.” His voice lowered, venom layered with promise. “So choose wisely. Because from this moment, you play on my board.” The air grew heavy, suffocating in its weight. Lydia’s calm eyes held his, unflinching. Ava’s hands tightened around her empty glass, her mask of confidence crumbling at the edges. Damian stood taller, his chest heaving, but his presence no longer fractured. He was arrogance reborn, command carved out of