King Of Flesh And Bone の小説・ストーリー

"Really? Then it seems that only the King of Beasts hasn't appeared yet, has it?" Just as the Blood Bat King was about to continue speaking, a look of surprise appeared on his pale, colorless face as he suddenly glanced at the Bones King. "Hey, you seem to be injured? And your injuries are not light?" At this moment, the white skeleton, whose whole body was covered in the red light of flesh, was greatly damaged. There were even cracks in the bones on its body. Obviously, it had suffered a serious attack.

A courtier murmured, “It shattered… only the Boundborn can shatter the crystal.” High above the court, on the Throne of Bonefire, Gorvane sat still. The King of Murnokh. King Gorvane stayed motionless, his obsidian eyes pinned on Kaerith. The bone throne rose behind him like jagged fangs, its arms carved from the skulls of traitors. He didn’t move or speak, but Kaerith felt him. She felt him inside her like a smoke, creeping through her ribs and curling around her heart.

She was giving everything again—for me, for the child, for the kingdom crushed under centuries of lies. My strikes grew wild, driven not by precision but by fury. Each monster that fell released a spray of bone dust and blood, painting the floor in ruin. Yet still they came. Still the Bone Seer grinned, her hollow sockets gleaming. “You cannot kill what is already dead,” she sang. But she was wrong. I had already done that. I had clawed my way back from the grave itself, and I would drag her down with me. I pressed forward, step by bloody step, carving a path to her throne. My lungs burned, my muscles tore, but my will roared louder than the cathedral’s collapse.

It wasn't the woman I remembered; she looked hollow and cold. She whispered, "I paid back the debt." "The deal is now broken." Lucian moved to get in my way. "He's not going to hurt her." Damien said, "It's over." "You closed one hole, but a Bone King rises in Flame's place." The veil then broke. The hole got bigger. A red mist filled with broken bones poured out. The Bone King, whose shape was huge and topped with ivory, moved forward. He pulled me behind him and pulled out his knife. "We fight together."

Kael's wolf wasn't the majestic, terrifyingly beautiful creature Zara had imagined the Lycan King's beast would be. The curse had ruined him and twisted it into something much more horrifying. What stood before her and the warriors now was a grotesque imitation of the real thing, like darkness itself had crawled beneath his skin and hollowed him out from the inside. Thick black veins pulsed violently beneath patches of torn flesh while jagged bones protruded unnaturally along his spine.

Instead… They took him to the citadel. To the throne. He remembered the moment clearly. The enormous throne room. The pillars carved from bone. And the figure seated above it all. The Demon King. King Vaelreth had watched him for a long time. Adrian had been too exhausted to kneel. Too tired to pretend fear he didn’t feel. “You crossed into my kingdom,” the king said. “Yes.” “You killed one of my kind.” “Yes.” Golden eyes studied him.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry