Novel & Cerita King Of Despair

"I do not want to see the day that her once beaming eyes, become dead and lifeless. I do not want to see a frown upon her lips." The king sat in despair and ran his hands onto his blonde hair. The king's onerous expression brought a frown in the captain and the instructor's face. "So how do I call myself a king, when I do not have the courage to put up a fight for one single person?" the King chuckled in mockery and hopelessness. "Why did I have to sell one of my people to save the others?" "You had the choice." Yuran raised his voice. "Your Majesty, we have talked about this. We cannot defeat a single Night Hallow with only our spears and lances!"

because whatever path you plan on taking, it will only lead to your doom] . “He isn't someone worth knowing,” Atlas says. “Atlas.” I glare. He bites on his lips before saying, “His name is Darius. King Darius. And he is not a good man.” The horrified look on his face makes me take a cautious step back. ... [you hear that, November? he is bad. all Kings in Alkhemi are bad, how much longer till you acknowledge this?] ... “How bad is he?” I don't know who I am asking this question, but Atlas decides to speak up after a long while.

Broken. Alone. Lira’s chest tightened painfully. Because she recognized that expression. Fear of losing everyone. The abyss continued. “HE OFFERED HIMSELF.” Darkness entered the King’s body. Changed him. Expanded him. The hunger was born. The visions shifted faster. The King fighting endlessly across centuries. Holding the abyss back. Sacrificing pieces of himself over and over until barely anything human remained. And still he continued. Kael watched quietly. Then whispered: “He was alone the whole time.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Blackthorne, for speaking to you so casually before. Please tell Mr. Blackthorne it won’t repeat itself.” Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees right there in the corridor, begging me. I gasped and tried to stop him. “Please, Mr. Smith, get up. I didn’t do anything. I don’t have the power to make you lose your job. You didn’t disrespect me at all!” But I could hear it in his voice. The man was terrified. My stomach turned. There was only one person who could make a humble man like this shake. It's Damian.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

“I shall send Marcus and Elodie of the Moonflame Pack to the Prison of Despair to lure out the former Alpha Marcos of the Blackwind Pack.” A dramatic pause echoed in the air after he declared this ‘not sure about that but let’s try it’ kind of decision. “Prison of Despair,” I hummed. As if all prisons aren’t in despair enough, they decided this prison in the Black Mountains, guarded by monstrous gods known as the Bloodhounds, to be a literal home of despair. The Prison of Despair indeed. “Send them to this Prison of Despair so I can also have my petty, pretty revenge too, Alpha King,” I crooned, although I cannot match my mate’s playful cool smile.

The panoramic view of the city beyond the window serves as a silent backdrop to the turbulent emotions that swirl within the confines of my office. "Oh my god, Henry, you can't be this dumb," Chris sighs, the exasperation in his voice underscoring the futility of my chosen path. "This is exactly what he wants, for you to play his pathetic little game." The room, adorned with vintage rugs and regal furnishings, seems to close in further as the weight of Chris's words settles. The echoes of our conversation linger, mingling with the timeless ambience of the royal estate, leaving behind a sense of impending upheaval in the air.

The labyrinthine corridors of the palace seemed to stretch out before them, an endless maze that only deepened the turmoil brewing within their chests. Upon reaching Melina's chamber, the king's heart sank as he pushed open the door, its creak reverberating through the silence. A desperate hope welled within him, willing for a glimpse of her presence, but the room greeted him with emptiness and desolation. The king's sorrow mingled with frustration, casting a heavy pall over his once buoyant spirit. "She is truly gone, Your Majesty," Beta Kristen whispered softly, his voice barely audible amidst the weight of their shared disappointment.

"Well, hmm... You have a nasty temper. It's hard to understand you most of the time." The king coughed, which was as if an arrow had stabbed him. He simply replied, "I-I see. Anyway, you mentioned before that the spell fulfilled your desire, did my memory serve me right?" "That's what the lady told me." "Does it mean that ‘jerk’ is your desired man?" "I think so." "Seriously? That clingy and cringe jerk is what you desire? Is that how low you set your standard for a man?" "Excuse me... what? Low standard? How dare you call him low quality! He may be clingy and cringe, but his words comforted me. His sweet words were like sweet nectar on a flower."

And I stared wide mouthed, thrown off by the question, "no I don't" "Yes you do", Her eyes went to Kane and the bastard nodded alongside her, his smile turning into a mischievous grin. "She's in denial", he spurted and I glared at the traitor. "You both are making a situation where there's none. I don't like Jacob. He's a callous, self-centered arrogant dick who thinks he can get away with anything just because he has a to die for face and he's the King of Vampires". Sacha barked out a laugh, her voice cackling as she fell back on Kane's bed.