King Of Despair Novels & Stories

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

My unease showed plainly on the screen, which was filled with an endless, chaotic blur of gifts and weird messages I couldn't quite understand. "The queen is here! Look at that body." "How's the next scene going? We can barely wait anymore." "I heard there's an option to get up close and personal. When's that service launching? I'll pay anything to play with her." The screen exploded with dazzling visual effects. The ecstatic Colby thanked the donors nonstop. Meanwhile, I wasn't quite used to the scene since it was my first exposure. The comments made me feel strangely uncomfortable, as if I were just a product on display.

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

The singing trees were discordant, their harmony broken by something unseen. "What is that?" Prince Darius asked, his transformed senses scanning for threats. "Corruption," the golden entity said grimly. "But not the kind we have faced before. This is older. Deeper." "How deep?" Before it could answer, the ground split open and something vast emerged. Not a creature, but a concept given form—Despair itself, ancient and patient and absolutely certain of its victory. "Welcome, Love Incarnate," it said in a voice like tears drying. "I have been waiting for you. We have so much to discuss about the futility of hope."

But the once cool headed man snapped like some knots instantly got loose tearing him away from reality and plunging him into a phase of delusion, his red eyes became even wider as his fangs kept showing up and retracting at the same time. “Liars...all of you!...i guess that’s your way of telling us you’re afraid of the new world order. Because you know we’ll become way powerful than you could ever imagine, so you try to plant the seed of doubt...get ready Casper, your reign will soon come to an end!” The king simply sat there not bothering to speak, it may seem like a lot of brainwashing has been ongoing behind his back. His only suspect was his brother Damian but he hasn’t heard from the ma

he confessed. Xavier's shoulders fell in despair, his hope had faded replacing it was anger and frustration once again. The king was as dense as the dragon, falling for a mere peasant, he couldn't understand what was so special about her. He knew he couldn't argue with the king as his mind was already made up so he could only sigh in defeat. “If you say so, your majesty” he replied.

The First Queen’s voice stirred faintly one last time. Not sad anymore. Free. Yes. Darius suddenly gasped sharply. Gold flashed through his eyes violently. The corruption screamed. The black veins began retreating. Fast. The Original panicked instantly. “No! NO!” Black smoke lashed wildly around the room trying to force emotional chaos again. Fear slammed through the chamber unnaturally. Despair and grief. Artificial emotions flooding the room. Kael stumbled hard against the wall clutching his head. The King’s silver magic flickered. The Original was pushing everything it had left.

Ottai is so boring. "The grand king would never have allowed this!" He spat. "The grand king hasn't been to court in over a year. The grand king can barely pull himself out of his own head long enough to recognize reality. He doesn't even know there's a critical famine in his kingdom." Zaiper hated referring to his kingdom as Daemonikai's, but he needed to make a point. "So do not stand there lecturing me on what 'the grand king' would or wouldn't allow. The male is half-dead. The living have to move on."

I never saw him crying (until before dying, of course) and I also knew all my other eighteen reincarnations didn't see him cry either. He was a mystery. A mystery that went through the phases of naked destruction. Everyone saw him getting ruined but no one stepped forward to help him. My breath hitched and I unconsciously fall back on my butt upon making eye contact with him. The power even his melancholy gaze held couldn't be found in the strongest of the strongest king's whole presence. No wonder why the Vampire king was fond of him. He was a beast hidden in innocence. Imagine him going feral then. In the current world, he has turned into a very calm and sadistic type of person. The chance

The king turned his back again. "Look at me," he muttered. "Look at what I've become." Derick lifted his head. The king's shoulders shook slightly as he stood under the moonlight. His skin was marked with old scars, his hair tangled, his clothes torn in places. He was still enormous, still powerful. But it was his eyes that struck him most. They were no longer the bright blue of the ocean. They were storm-grey now, so hollow and fuller with fury. "I'm grotesque," he said. "The people expect their handsome king, but what they'd find now is a monster. A broken beast who's lost everything. I just want to be left alone."