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Behind him stood hundreds of fully armed guards in black armor. On their banners was a symbol that struck fear across the entire continent. The Greedwolf Royals from the Northern Realm. The altar fell into deathly silence. Even the blade in Silas's hand slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground. "Th-the Greedwolf King…" One elder dropped to his knees, trembling. "It's the ruler of the Northern Realm, Alex Cruz!" My brother, Alex, looked coldly at the nearly suffocating Ronan in his grasp, his voice like judgment from hell itself.

Gage Ashford ✮⋆˙⊹₊ ⋆✮⋆˙ I’ve always gotten what I wanted. Not because I’m some spoiled brat who throws tantrums—far from it. I’m a man of means, purpose, and flawless precision. Greed? That’s a word for the weak, for those who snatch at things that aren’t theirs by right. If it’s owed to you, if the world has aligned in such a way that it falls into your lap, taking it isn’t greed. It’s justice.

One of the guards told the other one and then they walked closer to me. "King is going to be so happy when he'll find out that we managed to capture this Lycan." The other one spoke, I could see the grin on their faces,"He's definitely going to reward us with gold." Greed... Yes, Greed is what leads one to the last stage of their life--The dangerous and unpredictable one they can't realize waiting ahead for them until they reach it. "We have to tell him soon as he arrives," The one who had a whiter skin tone rubbed his palm together, the eagerness swirling in orbs.

Samael, the king of wrath, was ranting. “The last time I saw him on the battlefield, he said big brother can’t find this place, that we’re truly saved from his demonic claws. He even called big brother all sorts of terrible names and nothing happened to him, no thunder or divine retribution or any signs of punishment. I think it’s high time we stop fooling ourselves, big brother was killed in that great war, that’s why we didn’t hear anything from him… let’s stop this meaningless worship and eat to our fill, modus is currently in the human world enjoying the chaos… it’s time to sprinkle greed into the hearts of the humans again, I can’t wait to start planting greed into those little men “a g

In a brutal fantasy world where power is measured by dominance and desire, King Torvald rules with an iron fist and an insatiable hunger for the biggest, thickest cocks in the realm. Whether raiding enemy camps, claiming conquered warriors, or venturing into forbidden territories, Torvald takes what he wants... on his throne, in the battlefield, or deep in ancient ruins. When no worthy cock is near, he hunts for the legendary “Titan’s Gift,” the largest and most powerful cock ever rumored to exist. Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck.

Cain said, and I tilted my head at him, annoyed that he was even haunting me in my sleep. “Greed has led to the death of many rulers. You may want to be careful.” I said before walking over to the King’s side and bending forward to get a good look at the scrollwork and various gems on the crown. It was stunning, and I could feel the power radiating from it.

In this moment, his blue eyes communicate his greed for Sin's throne and power. He isn't as tall or big as the other six, and he isn't any close to Sin's body mass, but he doesn't let this stop him from standing eerily close to Sin and sticking a provoking look in the King's face. “And what if you made us?” Greed asks, his dark hair dangling over his blue eyes. "You think you can destroy us, then?" Curiously, I bounce my eyes between the two. Things are a little calm. But I am smart enough to know this is the calm before the storm, before a very bloody storm.

My mouth is dry as I get to my feet, quivering as I approach his body. The paper is as soft as silk as I pull it from his pocket, folding it open to exam the beautiful handwriting sprawled across it. You're welcome, King. I draw in a long, steady breath. I need to get out of here. Stuffing the paper into my own pocket, I take off at a steady run down the path, not stopping until I’m back on estate grounds. I don’t allow myself to properly breathe until the manor is in my few, tall lamp lights guiding me down the gravel path. I could throw up right now, if I allow myself to think...instead, concentrate on finding someone, anyone to report this to.

It was frightening but it needed to happen for change to occur and so, I continued, “At the first sign of danger, the king had placed himself first before his people, it was just selfish.” They may not have understood because they had no idea of the prophecy, “The king had been given a chance to right his wrongs, but his greed had consumed him. The eagerness to rule over all and the fear of his own death led him to his demise.” “The same way Hughes vied for the same thing, the power that comes with the throne, was intoxicating so much that even the king fell victim to his plots. And he too was consumed by greed and met his demise.”

That man has more power that we haven’t really seen, and within the past months, he has gathered more armies to his ever-growing kingdom by taking over these packs. Every pack falls at his feet no matter how great their fighting skills are, some even surrender, admitting defeat before a fight can even start in fear of losing. The fact that we haven’t seen him, proves how mysterious this man is. Growing up, we were told stories about the king of werewolves, how gruesome, greedy, sly and arrogant he could be. Sometimes he was likened to a monster who isn’t to be crossed and now I see why people say that. Whatever it is he is doing or thinking he is trying to achieve, i think of him as a greedy