King Of Despair Novels & Stories

There, sat a man in a jester outfit, his leg crossed over the other, both of his forearms rested on the armrest and his eyes lazily looked at her own, his lips now stretching wide, flashing her his toothy smile, "Hello." "Joker?" It frowned again, "Seriously? You don't know me?" Emily shook her head in disappointment, "Not really, no." The embarrassment she felt for the man in a jester outfit enhanced the flushing of her cheeks and the reddening of her ears. "I am Grim, the king of the dead." She felt her ears perk as he introduced himself, "Why are you here?" His mouth widened, happiness evident on his face. He leaned slightly forward and pointed his index finger at her. "Ha!" He paused his

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."

His breath brushed against my sensitive skin and sent a shiver through my body. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse and stern. "Did you touch yourself today?" I began to panic, wondering if my actions in the morning had made it worse. In that case, what should I do now? Embarrassed, I nodded and said, "I did. Does that mean it's getting worse?" He nodded gravely, then carefully tied a thin hemp cord around my tiny bud. "This is part of the desensitization therapy. You must fully cooperate, regardless of what happens."

"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.

"I can't believe you, you're acting really weird. I see an unbelievable appearance wearing a fierce look while spouting weird things." I shrugged off my shoulders. "This unbelievable appearance will wipe out the whole descendants of Sylvestre. Better careful with your words, young man." "I guess I was wrong, you're still the tyrant woman," he hissed and rolled his eyes. "By the way..." He rest his chin on his palm before he smirk. "Are you really fine with using the commoners instead of the nobles?" he asked. "Can't you see the picture? A penumbra of despair enshrouded the whole Kingdom from those commoners who weren't able to satisfy their hunger. The existence of despair will be the key to

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."